I’ve always loved that miracle. Thousands of people, all of them were hungry. The question was posed does anyone have any food? One small little boy stepped forward with his meager offering. I have to wonder if he really and truly was the only one in that entire crowd that had food. The skeptic in me rears it’s ugly head and I have to say, I would speculate more people had food than that one small boy, but they remained silent. They were unwilling to give all that they had into the hands of Jesus. They missed being a part of the miracle. Oh, they were there, and they saw it, but they missed the opportunity for Jesus to multiply their small into His large.
But one little boy, with his child like faith stepped forward and was willing to share. He held nothing back. In the mind of an adult, how could one boy’s lunch feed 5,000 hungry people? How far could 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish possibly go? But in our skepticism we forget Who HE is. We forget that His hands are not limited that they cannot save. We forget that if we could just touch the hem of His garment, we might be made whole. We forget that little is much when HE is in it.
And so the Savior took the bread and break it and gave thanks, and ate, and gave everyone there – 5,000 people enough to eat. In fact, they had so much, that they had baskets of leftovers! Why do we doubt?
Even when we believe that He can do the impossible, we doubt that He will do it for us. I know. I’ve lived it. I am now living everyday, shaking my head in wonder at my daughter’s restoration. It cannot be, and yet it is.
And today, I am asking for the impossible yet again. I have vacillated on how much to share, but I have been so encouraged by others transparency in their adoption journeys, and I would like for this blog to serve as an encouragement to someone else, and testimony that God is going to provide to bring this boy home. I was sharing with a dear friend of mine my prayer that for our fundraiser we were setting a goal of 200 people donating $25. I love this friend, and I love the safety of sharing my heart with her. She agreed to pray for us to reach our goal.
On Sunday, my friend’s two little girls came up to me and handed me an envelope full of change. They had held a lemonade stand that weekend to help bring our boy home. Our first $25 was donated from the proceeds of these two little girls. They gave all that they had. They held nothing back. Oh, how my heart is touched by this sweet, sweet generosity. And now I am asking my Father, to take these loaves and fish and multiply it. Oh, how HE has blessed me already, and the fundraiser has not yet begun! May HE be glorified and may we hold HIS banner high every step of this journey!