seen a meadow of mustard?  a field full of faith, mustard seeds waiting on the wind to send them out into a world filled with mountains that must be moved –

have you seen that meadow of mustard standing, shimmering, shining in the sunlight like Rapunzel’s hair or Rumpelstiltskin’s straw spun to gold, with the majesty of the kings of old, the mystery of their tales untold, Solomon’s temple was never so bold as the splendor of the mustard meadow which I see before my eyes unfold – more beauty than one heart can hold – this mustard meadow filled with gold

” . . . See how the lilies of the field grow.  They do not labor or spin.  Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.”  (Matthew 6:28-29)

” . . . I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move.  Nothing will be impossible for you.”  (Matthew 17:20)

sincerely,      Grace Day