There was this story I heard a while ago and I thought I’d share it with you guys , so here it goes.

Once upon a time in a little village, there lived an eight year old boy named John , ever since he was young he was always told that “faith as small as a Mustard seed can move mountains”.

John never believed this but he started believing recently and could easily measure his faith to a bit more than a Mustard seed .

One day while going on a trip to visit his aunt , he passed by a mountain and remembered the saying so he looked at the mountain and said “my faith is probably more than a Mustard Seed so I should be able to tell this mountain to move ” so he told the mountain to move but nothing happened , he was dissapointed but he pushed it off his mind .

After two months of staying at his aunt’s place little John was on his way back home , he didn’t see the mountain but in it’s place was a house.

He couldn’t believe it but the saying was surprisingly true.

“Faith as small as a Mustard Seed can move mountains”.

THE END.