Faith grows in small places. In cracks of concrete in danger of being trampled by people rushing on to their next meeting. It’s tempting to designate the area off limits, sacred ground, stop the world and demand wonder. Doesn’t work that way. You have to just keep throwing out seeds. Some grow. Most won’t. Such is the nature of small things.
You can’t control the outcome, only your choices. Do what you, as much as you can, whenever you can. Leave the rest to fate, to faith, to the way of nature. Let go of the results. There’s honor in fighting a losing battle for the right reasons.