Faithful in Little

There are days when showing up feels like planting seeds in dry soil. Quiet, unnoticed, almost thankless. This weekend was one of those days. I had five signed up. Not ten. Not twenty. Just five. I packed double anyway just because I didn’t want to be caught ill-prepared. And wouldn’t you know, a few more came. So I set up again.

As with previous events with little or no sign-ups, I could have cancelled. I could have rescheduled, but I showed up and there in that humble room — plastic tablecloths, palettes of paint, hearts quietly opening the Holy Spirit moved.