My Five Loaves & Two Fish
T he leaves in my backyard are showing off. They are hanging onto the trees just waiting for a gust of wind to take them away. The color is amazing and the transition has been unspeakably remarkable. The little young leaves of spring have grown up, aged and are dying before my very eyes. But what a beautiful journey they have given me. Recently, I was in a study that focused on the story of Jesus feeding the masses with only five loaves and two fish. That day a miracle occurred when all 5000+ people were fed and 12 baskets of leftovers were collected. As often happens, that story has been pinging around in my head this week as I struggled to understand its meaning for my life this week, today, in this minute. Read below the passage I'm pondering. 15 As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves ...