There are moments in life when faith becomes deeply personal. Maybe it happens during a quiet morning with a cup of coffee/tea and an open Bible, or while walking outside and feeling the steady peace that God is near. And sometimes it happens when we begin asking questions about a historical occurence.

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.