Five loaves and two fish

Over and over again today the Lord keeps putting on my mind the story of the little boy who offered his five loaves and two fish to Jesus. If you know the story Jesus was being followed by a huge crowd of people, eager to hear him speak and to be healed. It was sometime in the day when it was time to eat and He called his disciples to him and asked them where they could get food for these people so they could eat. The disciples responded (as I probably would) there is no way that we could find a place out here that could possibly feed this many people (approx. 5,000 men - not including women and children). Somehow in that conversation they found that there was a boy who had a small lunch with him (apparently his mom planned well :) consisting of five loaves and two small fish. It was offered to Jesus, probably more in sarcasm than with the idea the He could actually use it. Jesus took the bread and prayed over it, blessing it. Then He broke the bread and started handing out the food to the people...and it multiplied, giving everyone enough to eat, with leftovers!

I would've loved to have been there during that time! I'm sure it would've been a humbling experience, as it is now...for how often do I doubt God? How often do I look at what I have and think that he couldn't possibly use this measly bit of gifting or skill, or this broken person with all this baggage for his purposes. Sarcasticly I look to Him and say "well, here I am Lord....this is all I've got, do what you can with it".

Here I am stepping off into an unknown, nervous and scared as all get out...and the Lord reminds me that he can take anything that I have to offer and multiply it in order to fulfill His purposes. wow! You know this faith walk is certainly more difficult than I thought it was going to be...(and I've just barely started!) but God continues to encourage me through stories/accounts like this. I'm no giant of faith....but somehow God is able to use me anyway. How awesome is that? What a gracious God we serve.