Apparently, the days of consistent blogging and any sort of routine are over. I can't seem to fall into a rhythm. Life is fragmented but wonderful at the same time. My heart is strewn all over the country and my time follows suit.
These days are crazy and wonderful and unsettling.
I'm loving them and occasionally weary of them.
I felt that the Lord had a message for me when I was reading Matthew 15. In that chapter is the account of Jesus feeding 4,000 men plus women and children. He asks the disciples a very simple question.
How many loaves do you have?
I love that question. We spend so much time thinking about what we don't have -- our lack of (fill in the blank!)
Perhaps you would choose a different word.
We all find ourselves there from time to time.
I feel like the Lord is constantly encouraging us to look at what we have and to simply be willing to offer it up to Him.
It is a change of perspective and a change of focus.
It is allowing Him to take our little and turn it into much.
We are limited -- He is not.
Seven loaves of bread and a few small fish feed thousands.
What was the bridge between the little and the much?
Jesus' breaking of the bread
Our little touched by Jesus.
Our lack turned into praise and thanksgiving.
Our brokenness touched by our BIG God.
Only He can take the fragments of our life and turn them into a balm for the hurting.
Only He can take our little and transform it into more than enough.
What I lack, He fills.
I think I'm going to be alright.