significant

i sat on the couch beside michael and told him i was tired of being insignificant.

"i'm just a mom. i know what i do here at home will produce a bountiful harvest, some day,

but today, most days, i feel so insignificant.

i look at others, making a name for themselves...

she is gaining recognition for this. 

she has a reputation for that. 

they have favor for this.

but me,
i am nameless.  

nothing. 

i don't want to feel insignificant anymore"

and that is where the conversation ended.

******************** fast forward 3.5 hrs. **********************

to an hour with a group of women.

strangers.
together.
seeking God.

each of us with unique God stories surveying the Author's book to find Him.

sharing and receiving pieces of God alive; God moving 

in the past, in the present, in the now.

during the hour a question.

a question which prompted me to tell.

tell how God had been tangible God.

i tell.

tell about suffocating darkness.  about LORD God almighty (God of angel armies).

tell of tangible arms being wrapped around me.
tell about God alive, audible, telling the oppressor i am His, he can't have me.

as i tell the Spirit moves.

where,

how, 

i do not know.

i tremble.

after our gathering i move on to another meeting place.

where i am taken aside.

my teacher thanks me for telling.
telling my stories. His stories.

she tells me of a classmate who has not given her life to Jesus... yet.

she tells me that this beautiful woman is stirred by my stories. 

God's glory.

she urges me to keep telling.

as she walks away i recall sitting on the couch hours earlier.

reminded of  insignificance

i hear the still small Voice,

"you, denise are significant in my kingdom.

you, are making a Name for me."

i am humbled.

humbled by my pride that wanted fame for self.

i am grateful.

grateful for the Father who lovingly leads me in path's of righteousness for His Name's sake.

and i am honored.

honored to be part of His kingdom come, and to make Him significant {made known}.