How did I always skip over him? The little boy in the story? The one who got Andrew’s attention long enough to offer up his lunch. I mean I’ve noticed him before, but this time he feels almost like the main character. This was his moment to shine. Was he the only one who believed, who knew, other than the Lord?
“There is a lad here who has five barley loaves and two fish, but what are these for so many people?” (John 6:8). But he must’ve known what God could do with a couple of loaves and fishes. None of the disciples knew. But the little boy knew.
So often I feel like my best efforts will never amount to much of anything. Sometimes I just want to throw in the towel and say “I’m done. I’m done serving. Done relating. Done loving. Done trying.” And honestly, my best efforts don’t amount to much. But the moments I want to give up are the moments that I forget what the Lord can do with a couple of loaves and fishes. And with my one vulnerable and lowly life.
So what if I all I’ve got is my one, short, insufficient life? I’ve got a God who spans space and time, and can feed the whole, wide world with all that I deem insufficient, if He wants to.
So, here I am again, humbled by a little boy with his offered up lunch. And offering it up myself. My own measly offerings… but to a God who shaped the world with His voice. Here’s my lunch, Lord! ~Space