Have you ever watched the trees on a breezy day? Leaves dancing. Branches bowing. Hair blowing across your face like it has somewhere important to be. You don’t see the wind. But you sure see what it does. No one stands outside and says,“Well, I can’t see it, so I refuse to believe in it.” That would be… windy nonsense. (Yes, that is now a theological term.)

Have you ever sat down to pray and thought…I want to talk to God, but I don’t even know where to start. Your mind feels crowded. Your heart feels tired. And the words just won’t come. If that’s you, let me gently tell you something very important: You are not bad at prayer. You are human. And God understands that. Prayer is not a performance. It’s a relationship. And sometimes, relationships grow the most in the quiet moments when words are hard.

Have you ever felt like your faith was… tiny? Not absent. Not gone. Just small. Quiet. A little shaky around the edges. The kind of faith that says, “Lord, I believe… but I’m also kind of scared.” If so, you’re in very good company. Because when Jesus talked about faith, He didn’t point to something massive and impressive. He pointed to something small.