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Loaves and Fishes

 

 Jesus stood before more than five thousand humans. They had seen what He could do for them. They had testimony and witness of His power over the physical barriers that bind us. Their perpetual needs arose again and Jesus' attention turned to their hunger. 

  He knew the plan, but He paused and invited his companions along. They looked around and found nowhere near enough, and leaned back to their Lord. 

 "Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?"  John 6:9

  They only had loaves and fishes. 

  You know the story, the miraculous, the EXTRA collected in conclusion. You know that all were fed, that nothing was wasted, that they worshiped at what was surely God's doing.

  Remove the thousands, and I stand before only five humans. They think I can do it all, their needs are physical and emotional and spiritual and relational, and they have my attention. 
  The plan is the same. I pull in my companions and invite them along- we give all our strength and find nowhere near enough, and lean hard back into the Lord. 

  I only have loaves and fishes. 

  How far will they go among so many?

  How far will I go among so many?

  There's so many. 

  His plan is still the same. He invites ME in, along. I see the deficit of what I have and what they need, and He is still capable of miraculous, extra. The plan is still that He fills in the gaps, MULTIPLIES my not-enough into more than enough, and the conclusion is still that it could only have been my Lord's doing. 

  Friends, it's okay that we are not enough. He is.

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