There’s nothing like a cross-country road trip to make you feel like a mere speck on this earth. 

It’s humbling for a sheltered, churched heart like mine, where words like “change the world” and “ask for nations” overflow so effortlessly. The past three nights and three days have pressed a sense of reality into me. Do I have any idea how big the world really is?

To skeptical peers and leaders back home, I’ve been waving my dreams and ideals to justify the seemingly impractical move to the west coast. My mouth declared of God’s faithfulness. My fists pumped the air for the youth of the upcoming generations. My eyes glared at whoever tried to cheapen my hopes and visions. But, as the car’s mileage increased, my heart decreased to a silence. Do I have any idea how big the world really is?

 “He must become greater; I must become less.” John 3:30

Lord, help me to be nothing more than a vessel. Nothing more.