Itty bitty faith

Mustard seeds are tiny.  And I've been frustrated with the mention of mustard seeds in the Bible.  Something about if I've got the faith of a mustard seed I can move mountains, right?

He said to them, “... For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”
Matthew 17:20

So I try to have faith.  And I try harder.  And I grit my teeth and try harder.

It's like trying to believe without a bit of doubt in fairies, or the Great Pumpkin.  If my faith is untainted, then I'll move that mountain, right?  "I do believe in fairies; I do believe in fairies," clap, clap, clap

OR

I have heard it suggested that the mustard seed faith is a faith in God.  In God's power, wisdom, goodness, graciousness.

I am beginning to believe that I can ungrit my teeth and put my tiny portion of faith in God.

God moves mountains.

I am responsible to respond to God's words, promises, and commands.  That is the faith.  If those words, promises, and commands say, "Move the mountain," I will take my shovel to it.  My heart says I can't, and my heart is right.  It has pleased God that I should take my shovel to the mountain and be amazed by what he does.