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Loaves and Fishes

Some time after this, Jesus crossed to the far shore of the Sea of Galilee, and a great crowd of people followed him because they saw the signs he had performed by healing the sick. Then Jesus went up on a mountainside and sat down with his disciples. The Jewish Passover Festival was near.
 When Jesus looked up and saw a great crowd coming toward him, he said to Philip, “Where shall we buy bread for these people to eat?” 6 He asked this only to test him, for he already had in mind what he was going to do.

Philip answered him, “It would take more than half a year’s wages[a] to buy enough bread for each one to have a bite!”

Another of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter’s brother, spoke up, “Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many?”

Jesus said, “Have the people sit down.” There was plenty of grass in that place, and they sat down (about five thousand men were there). Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish.

When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” So they gathered them and filled twelve baskets with the pieces of the five barley loaves left over by those who had eaten.  John 6:1-13



I have shared before why I am doing this fundraiser, Run for the Little Flowers 5K before.  And, I have also mentioned that there are times I have questioned my reasoning for doing this run. We are not adopting.  I have never been to China, nor have I seen Little Flower Projects at work.  If you were to look at my daily life and even read this blog, I do not think you would think, "Yes, Katie is meant for orphan advocacy."  I am a simple person with a simple desire to help in a small way.

Even at the beginning of this fundraiser, I have used the language, "loaves and fishes" when talking about it.  I would tell my husband that God would have to multiply these loaves and fishes.  Well, it must have been the Holy Spirit because God has led me to John 6 while at adoration.  When I hopped in the car this weekend, what do you think the preacher on the radio was preaching about the MINUTE I turned on the radio?  You guessed it, the miracle of Jesus feeding the 5,000.

The beautiful thing is that it is happening.  I see it. I feel it. God is performing the miracle and this fundraiser is multiplying.  And I feel totally blessed.  God is doing the work. 

And today, I was struck.  I reread the scripture.  I feel like that boy in the scripture.  He did not have much.  Just 5 loaves and 2 fishes.  We do not know his name.  Nor do we really need to.  The extraordinary thing was that, when the apostles went through the crowd to see if anyone had food, he stepped up.  He offered the little he had.  He had to of known that he would have to share the little he had.  And I bet there were others in the crowd who had food too.  What mom, who when going ANYWHERE, with kids, does not bring at least something?  But yet, a small, boy with no name stepped forward. He gave all he had.  And it was because he did that Jesus worked the miracle of the multiplication of the loaves and fishes.

Even as I write this, I desire to be that boy more and more. I want to offer, humbly, all that I have for others. For my husband, for my boys, and for whomever else God asks me to. So that Jesus can take it, bless it and multiply it.  Because the gift is not that God uses us for His will, it is to be witness to the beauty of His miracles.

His grace, His goodness are so evident.

"Not to us. Not to us, oh, Lord. But to YOUR NAME give the glory." Psalm 115:1




Comments

  1. What a beautiful post! I love that your heart is so pure and you want to be His servant in every way.
    I didn't write before but I signed up for the race. I didn't get a shirt because I want that money to go to China. But I loved your shirt designs! What a beautiful thing to do!

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  2. This is so beautiful!! No matter how many people sign up to run, I believe that that number in prayers is multiplied, because there are people who aren't running, but have heard about what you are doing and are committed to praying for these precious babies. You are doing great work, Katie!! Keep going, friend!!

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