Five Loaves
Five loaves. Five thousand plus people.
What a joke.
An insult, almost.
Other than embarrassment, what could five loaves and two fish possibly feed?
I watched the boy step forward, brave and daring, standing at Jesus’ feet with nothing more than that to give.
I shrugged.
Surely He would turn him away.
Send him home. Tell him,
“Boy this isn’t childs play.”
But He didn’t.
He took them.
And He was grateful.
What kind of man thanks God for insufficiency?
Within what felt like a blink, five loaves became twelve baskets.
I sat there, stunned.
Five loaves… what is this?
This man is truly something.
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And then the question turned inward.
What am I holding onto for dear life, afraid it is too little to give, too little to surrender, too small to matter?
Where did it multiply?
When the boy let go? Or when He received it with gratitude?
Either way, the boy did not return the same.
He gave five loaves and two fish. He walked away having witnessed twelve baskets filled.
We often say nothing is too big for Him, yet we hide things away believing they are too small.
Denying Him the opportunity to reveal His greatness through the meager things.
So the next time you hold something in your hand and the whisper comes, “What could He possibly do with that?”
Remember the little boy with five loaves who fed a nation.
Dearest Gentle Reader,🤭🤭…..oya sorry, I’ve been binging a particular show too much😂.
This is the first installment of a series I’m calling Small Things…Sacred Hands…It’s first hand perspective of God working wonders with whimsy and feeble things, maybe through this, people like me who feel like they’re a little too weak, too small, too tired and tattered for God to use, can become the finest of vessels in the sacred hands of the Potter. Enjoy❤️✨
