I’m tapping my fingers on the counter and taking one more plate count. We have just enough snacks for tonight based on the kids attendance for the week. Well, we will have enough if these two teens stop hitting my cheese blocks for the boat base. Otherwise, my crafty pretzel pirate ships are just going to be pirate flags. Boring!
As another plate is swiped from the counter, my inner blue haired church lady is channeled. Just as I open my mouth to say something an over powering thought occurs:
Five loaves, two Fish
I’m taking another plate count. Tap, tap, tap of my finger. I can always make a desperate run to the store for more. It’s only a block away.
Five loaves, two fish
Okay. Five loaves, two fish. Five loaves, two fish. Five loaves, two fish. I’m chanting now. I’m giving God the snake eye and allowing the girls to take one more plate on their way out the door. As they leave, teen girl #1’s brother enters.
I know your not supposed to have favorites, but he is one of mine.
“Miss Samantha, can I talk to you?” He says.
“Sure. What’s going on?”
“My mom needs help. Our power has been shut off and we owe the electric company $756.00. If we don’t get it turned back on by Monday, we will be kicked out of our apartment.” Oh boy. It’s already Wednesday.
He continued telling me that after the power was shut down, the family did not have an ample supply of non perishable food. The kids had not eaten much of anything in three days. Thank God I had not opened my mouth to his big sister about the stupid cheese!
Isn’t it funny how perspective changes everything.
Five loaves, two fish
Do you think that there might be a reason that God illustrates the glory of his provision in his word. A lot. The story of the loaves and fish is not only told in the gospels, but it is tucked away in the Old Testament as well. Different situation. Same miracle.
Fast forward to a VBS centuries later and we find ourselves with the same miracle, different situation.
I am guilty of fretting and worrying whenever the supply in front of my eyes does not seem adequate. I tap my fingers. I toil. I meddle to make things work out to my end desire. But, over and over again, God assures me that he is enough to meet every need I have in front of me. He assures me that if I take care of his kingdom priorities, he will take care of mine. Actually, he is big enough to cover both. My only requirement is to move forward in obedience.
Retrain my brain to trust him instead of taking control.
To get out of the way so God can move in a spectacular way.
To thank him for the miracle that is yet to come.
As VBS concluded, I had more than enough cheese and pretzels to send home with two hungry kids. Our loving church family provided the resources to get their electric bill paid in full. A family was able to stay in their home.
Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Get out of the way so God can move.
They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over.