Little Girl, Big God
By Holly Satterthwaite
I read a lot these days about inspiring women. As well as being in vogue, it’s wonderful and it’s empowering. God delights in us women. He has created us in His image and has plans and purposes for us to live out in His Kingdom. Sometimes though, if I’m being honest, I can find these inspiring women as intimidating as I do encouraging. I feel a pressure to be or do more in response. Which is why I love to remember my little school friend. You see every woman ‘inspiring’ or just ‘doing her best without a label’ started the same way – as a little girl.
My friend was a little girl who loved Jesus, and these kinds of little girls are not to be underestimated. Like most children, she hadn’t learned to be embarrassed or ashamed of the gospel yet. She hadn’t learned that faith was something to keep private and she hadn’t learned to just hang out with other Jesus-loving girls. Psalm 34:1 says “I will bless the LORD at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth” and this is what I saw in her life.
I was a little girl who didn’t love Jesus. I didn’t really know who he was until I met my friend. When I was at junior school she invited me to church for the first time and after some time I started going now and again, and then regularly. My friend, this little girl, told me about Jesus and about the gospel and why I needed him. She was kind and she was fun and I wanted what she had – a secure identity. And suddenly something amazing happened – I was a girl (slightly less little) who loved Jesus too.
It doesn’t sound terribly dramatic does it? A child talking to another child. And yet it transformed my life and saved me from death. When we love Jesus, we are all filled with the same Holy Spirit, the same Holy Spirit that raised Jesus from the dead. Jesus once said to his disciples “Truly I tell you, 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.” This wasn’t because they needed to try harder to be ‘inspiring disciples’ it was because they needed to open their eyes to the awesome God they had faith in. He created the mountains. They needed to be inspired by the awesome power and mercy of their God, which by His Spirit is living inside each of us believers now.
My friend was not exceptional. I don’t mean that in an unkind way; little girls cannot defeat sin and death. But her God – wow! Her God was, is, incredible. If God, by His Spirit, can use that little girl to bring salvation then what is stopping us women? I hope that the blog series this week on inspiring women helps open your eyes to the extraordinary God you serve and marvel at the delight He takes in doing wonderful things with us ordinary girls and women.