Smooshed together in the back of the Guatemalan jeep, our four teens peered out the window, eyeing the edge of the cliff. I watched as our thirteen-year-old daughter clutched her plastic bag, just in case her stomach caught up with the velocity of the sharp mountainous turns.
Surrounding us, thatched homes with dirt floors lined the hillside, and barefooted children ran through the rows of their family’s fields—fields that fed them for the year.
What a life-giving opportunity this was for our children to see and experience third-world poverty first-hand. While they’ve read about it and prayed for the missionaries who ran the orphanage, our teens now had crossed the cultural divide and were spending a week serving alongside the ministry.
We spent our days working: mixing handmade concrete from sand, painting roofs, playing with the children, wandering the markets, eating minimally, and living simply.
Our teens witnessed sheer, unadulterated joy and faithfulness from those who lived with nothing. They were charmed by the elderly woman in the market who handspun her corn tortillas, and they were humbled by the generosity of spirited hospitality.
I watched them as they broke through the language barrier by creating friendships without words.
They saw Jesus. Jesus everywhere.
I knew this was going to be the one big moment that would change their lives forever. Escaping from the entitlement mentality slowly slipping into their generation, this would be that pivotal life-changing experience they’d look back on decades later.
At the end of a particularly long day, we headed back to the orphanage’s guest house. With the electricity on, our boys turned on the TV and within minutes I heard meaningless arguing over what channel to watch and who got the couch. I heard bickering about Spanish programs they couldn’t even understand!
I was so discouraged; this momma’s righteous indignation showed itself.
Had we not spent the day with kids who had never owned, nor will ever own a TV? Had we not commiserated over their plight and felt the sting of their needs just hours earlier?
I stormed in.
“Really? This is ridiculous. We just spent the day with kids who have nothing. Families who sleep in huts, wondering whether they have enough food for the month and you have the gaul to be arguing over a TV show, really? Have you learned anything this week?” I shamed. (I admit, not one of my best mothering moments.)
Somewhere in my slightly altered mothering mind, I assumed that this one big cross cultural experience would instantaneously alter our teens. There would be no more arguing or greed, no more demands or indulgent purchases. Gratitude would ooze out of every fiber in their being—so much so that they might just come home, sell all their worldly possessions, and devote themselves to full-time ministry. (I jest. Sort of.)
That was over three years ago, and in His graciousness, the Lord met me in a unique way following that trip.
He whispered . . . “Jen, this is not about an experience that is here today, gone tomorrow. It’s in the little things. One seed at a time. Slowly. Quietly. Faithfully. Little by little.”
I had gotten this wrong. I had placed great stock in one big experience, when in reality, that trip was about more than opening our children’s eyes to the needs around them. God used this experience to remind me of something much more important.
Jesus said, “He who is faithful in a very little thing is faithful also in much; and he who is unrighteous in a little thing is unrighteous also in much. If therefore you have not been faithful in the use of unrighteous riches, who will entrust the true riches to you?” (Luke 16:11)
Faithfulness in the little things.
This is such a foreign concept to our increasingly entitled society which worships at the altar of easy success amidst a quick fix culture.
We want everything now, and we want the MUCH portion of the verse, without embracing the LITTLE portion. We want our food fast, our meds in a minute, and our groceries guaranteed at the curb. We’re systematically erasing patience as a virtue. The “I deserve” mentality permeates; attitudes demand perks without having to put in the necessary patience and perseverance.
Is it any wonder that I fell prey to the same temptation with my children?
Regardless of what Pinterest states, there are no 10 Quick Tips to Raising Instantly Spiritually Mature Children. (Although I did write 7 Highly Effective Ways to Raise Lazy and Entitled Kids and that’s much easier.)
I’m passionate about raising the next generation to be faithful in the little things, but that means beginning with myself, and oh yes, that’s a challenge.
For me, faithfulness occurs amidst the small, seemingly insignificant choices I make every day. Often, these choices are lonely. They are the choices no one sees and may never know about. Faithfulness in the little things means choices that rarely receive immediate gratification and ones that are inherently the opposite of what I crave.
Sometimes faithful in the little things look like sharing a cup of tea with a lonely neighbor or making that call you’ve been putting off.
Often, it’s showing up to show support when you have other places to be, or snuggling on the couch and listening, when you really just want to advise.
It’s celebrating the servant leadership of a child rather than merely acknowledging the honor roll or MVP. It’s being a promise keeper, a secret keeper, even when difficult.
Today, faithful in the little things means continuing to gather around God’s Word, even though our kids argued during our Jesse Tree reading, but last week, it meant letting our child fail so he would learn from his mistakes.
Faithful in the little things.
I want that to describe me. I want our family to be known for our faithfulness to God, to our family, and to others.
If I want to live life to its fullest, I must start with the little things first.
During this advent season, what is one tangible way that you can do this?
I’d love to join you.
Shared by Jen from Balancing Beauty and Bedlam
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Ifeoma Samuel says
Thank you for sharing your experience. sometimes we are too busy in our own self absorbed world to notice that God has been faithful in our lives. the food , shelter, facities and equipments in our lives are tender privileges God has showered on us.
Like you said we should train our kids to impart in their generation positively and allow the light of God in their lives shine through. there are no short cuts but with God’s wisdom we can.
God Bless You Jen.
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Jennifer Schmidt says
Thank you so much, Ifeoma –
I needed this reminder for myself.
Bev Duncan @ Walking Well With God says
Jen,
Similar to what you are saying, I have always said (to myself and to my children) “Practice with the small stuff.” Now that my children are grown it’s actually the small stuff that they remember, not the big “home run” experiences. They remember taking blankets and serving hot coffee and soup to the homeless when they were just little. They remember lighting and reading around the Advent wreath (although there was always a fight over who got to light and blow out the candles). They remember tagging along to deliver a meal to someone. Small steady seeds grow great oaks. When they come over to visit now…they see my Jesse tree and Advent devotional – my way of slowing myself down this Christmas season – and my daughter shares about her Jesse tree. It does my heart good to see things come full circle. Feeling very blessed. Thanks Jen for being so real that I can relate!
Blessings,
Bev
Jennifer Schmidt says
Thank you Bev for that encouragement too. Small steady seeds grow great oaks and that is our prayer, isn’t it? 🙂
Jessica says
Such a timely reminder. I’m getting so caught up with the busy of the season that I’m missing it. The important stuff.
Jennifer Schmidt says
Me too. I needed the reminder myself and we can do it together. 🙂
Karen says
GREAT points! We took our kids on several mission trips and while they were impacted by what they saw, it was not a “miraculous” change. I know it planted seeds and I pray God waters them!
Jennifer Schmidt says
Exactly ,those seeds will be watered. It’s just not in our timing, right? 🙂 I’m reminding myself of all the little seeds we are planting day in and day out.
Ginger Riggins says
This made my morning! Thank you for your transparency in your feelings and thoughts. My four kids (ages 6-13) are in the stage of “it’s all about me” and honestly that is hard to crack sometimes without getting frustrated and confused.
I needed to be reminded that those “small things” will pay off someday and when I need some encouragement, I can think on those things!
Thank you for sharing and I love reading your blog!
Jennifer Schmidt says
Thanks so much, Ginger.
We will remember together, especially during this advent season. I want everything to be so “magical” and perfect and realizing that our precious Christ Child came for the messy…me, our kids, is a priority I camp on. 🙂
Susan Shipe says
I went to Cuba in 1999 on a mission trip – I had the same emotion as you and I am still affected by the experience. My gratefulness for the little things has held and for that I am thankful. We are so blessed in America. Your children will remember if only in flashes and maybe it will take years, but they WILL. Good post for this season of possible indulging.
Jennifer Schmidt says
Thanks so much, Ginger.
We will remember together, especially during this advent season. I want everything to be so “magical” and perfect and realizing that our precious Christ Child came for the messy…me, our kids, is a priority I camp on. 🙂
Beth Williams says
Jen,
I, too, Want that to describe me! I want God to say “Well done good and faithful servant”. Too often I am the opposite–wanting “it” now. To combat that I make a list of everything I am thankful for from the big stuff–Jesus–to little things like In(Courage) Website. I then daily put down the things I am thankful for that day–sleep, sunshine, rain, etc. It puts life into perspective.
While I have never been on big mission trips, I have gone to local state prison and cooked meals for the team and participants on a Kairos Walk–similar to Emmaus. You couldn’t imagine the sweetness and thankfulness of the prisoners. Each prisoner–even solitary gets 1 dozen cookies and those on their walk will get a birthday cake. Some of those men have never even had a birthday cake. Things we take for granted!!! Those experiences changed me such that I am ready in an instant to cook meals for people, send e-cards, give hugs, etc. What ever little bit of encouragement & happiness I can bring to people’s lives.
Blessings 🙂
Dusty says
Oh how I so understand your feelings, because I had equal responses after returning from 3 trips to Africa. Our wasteful, entitle-minded society makes me stinkin’ crazy! Thank you for sharing and for going.
Jeanne Takenaka says
Jen, such a beautiful post. I too, have fallen into the trap of shaming when I shouldn’t. It’s so easy to forget that our children are in training. They’re following our example. And they needs lots of practice. Over time. Yes, that patience thing? So hard for this mama. You post spoke deeply to my heart.
I’m working on being faithful to be in every moment with my kids. In the now. Not focusing on my computer screen when one wants to share an aspect of his day. Not busy with the trivial when a heart needs a little mama love. This is where I’m trying to be faithful in the little things.
I’ll be coming back to this post to be reminded. Thank you for it!
Samantha l Coon says
Jen
I love your transparency. The recent passing of my mother really affected my outlook on life–especially in relationships. Her death was particularly hard for me, in that, her was cut short before our reconciled relationship could grow and get-to–know-better. Instead her life was cut short by a painful disease. All this has Influenced how I do life, to appreciate that little things, to remember my relationship in Christ is a journey not an instant fix.
Thanks for remind me of that this morning .
Samantha
Kendra Burrows says
Great stuff! Thanks for this. I’ll be more mindful when of the little things.
Lorretta says
Totally get this one. We’ve taken our kids with us in all the ways possible missionally–locally and abroad. I confess to having these moments of glorious “mothering” as well– because we care so much about God, them, the ones we serve (who actually serve us long after we leave the field), and their walk with Christ. I do know that it’s in there somewhere even if I can’t see it right away. Thanks for the reminder!
Melanie says
This is beautiful. The daily tiny steps of faith. This is so encouraging to me today, for all the days that one tiny thing seems futile. And it’s not. Not at all in the eyes of Jesus. Thank you!
Heather says
Thank you for this insightful reminder. I often try to seek out the shortcut in the hard things of life, but the journey walked out one faithful step at a time is where Jesus meets us, and when we falter his faithfulness remains steadfast. Thank you for sharing your heart. Merry Christmas!
Marty says
I love this post so much! Thank you for this reminder…it’s so easy to get focused on the “big” things. Blessings. 🙂
Andrea says
Oh, this speaks to my heart so much! We took our kids on a missions trip earlier this year and were hoping for a huge impact on their hearts. There was, but it lasted only a short time and then they were ‘back to usual’. Thank you for your words of encouragement!