The Mystery Wrapped in Something Small

Hey Travelers,

The more I walk with God, the more I realize something simple—but deeply uncomfortable:

Purpose rarely shows up looking like purpose.

It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or a five–year plan neatly outlined. It doesn’t always come with validation, resources, or clarity. Most of the time, it shows up quietly.

As a nudge.

An idea you can’t shake.
A thought that keeps returning no matter how much you try to dismiss it.
A pull toward something that doesn’t yet make sense.

It’s subtle enough to ignore—but persistent enough to follow you.

I think about holding a tiny seed in the palm of your hand. You can turn it over, examine it from every angle, and still struggle to imagine a whole tree living inside something so small. No branches. No fruit. No shade. Just potential—hidden and unimpressive.

God once reminded me: that’s how purpose often begins.

That dream you keep circling back to.
That desire that won’t let you go.
That thing that makes your heart beat faster—even when it scares you.

That’s the seed.

And the seed is always smaller than the harvest.
Always humbler.
Always unassuming.

We see this pattern over and over again in Scripture.

When Joseph had the dream, he didn’t look like royalty—he looked like a teenager with a target on his back.
When David was anointed, he didn’t look like a king—he still smelled like sheep.
When Moses was called, he didn’t sound like a leader—he was still stuttering.

None of them looked ready.
None of them felt qualified.

Yet God chose them anyway.

Why?

Because God hides greatness inside small beginnings so pride can’t take the credit.
So the outcome points back to Him—not our perfection, not our polish, not our timing.

Jesus explained it this way:

“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree…” — Matthew 13:31–32

The smallest seed. The largest growth.

What if the thing you’ve been downplaying is actually the very thing God planted?
What if the reason it feels small is because it’s still underground—doing the unseen work?

Seeds don’t rush.
They don’t announce themselves.
They don’t grow on your timeline.

They grow in the dark.

So if you’re in a season where your purpose feels hidden, delayed, or unimpressive—don’t panic.
You’re not behind.
You’re not late.
You’re not missing it.

You might just be planted.

And planted seasons are not wasted seasons.

They are necessary.

Your seed may look small, but its destiny is not.

Keep watering it with faith.
Keep showing up in obedience.
Keep trusting the One who sees the full tree while you’re still holding the seed.

The harvest will come.

 

Hey Traveler, if this resonated with you, sit with the nudge. Pray over it. Write it down. Small beginnings, when surrendered to God, change everything.