A few loaves and fish in a crumpled sack . . .
"What are they among so many?"
The supply fails to match the vast demand
On grassy slopes.
Inside a child's heart,
I lift my offering with meager hands.
Without reproach, He accepts my loaves and fish,
And one by one the needs are met.
"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
2 Corinthians 12:9
My perspective. God's perspective. Beautiful, Sarah. Thanks!ReplyDelete
Blessings, Cheryl. This poem grows out of my amazement at how sometimes I see God take my measly "loaves and fish" and somehow "feed the multitudes."Delete
God's promises are yes and amen, His strength and provision enough, His grace is always amazing!ReplyDelete
Well said, Gayle. Wonderful thoughts to carry with us as we begin a new week and a new month. Blessings to you.Delete
Thanks for connecting, Judy. I'm glad this story encouraged you as it did me. Praying . . .Delete
I'm sorry, Judy. I accidently deleted your post. Sigh... Here it is:Delete
Thanks for sharing your loaves and fishes during a time when I need nourishment and my basket feels empty.