Here’s the song reference.
Bugaboo, Beanie and I passed a pleasant hour this morning reading the story of Jesus multiplying the loaves and fishes. It’s a perennial favorite around here, partly because we are a fish-loving family, partly because it’s a good reminder that Our Lord always provides us with more than we need, but does not want us to waste a crumb of it. The girls and Baby Guy, who was up early and making merry mayhem as his sisters worked, enjoyed slices of bread as an after-breakfast snack while they colored.
After we had finished the day’s assignments, we decided to make tuna melts for lunch, since we had been talking about the loaves and fishes. Bugaboo piped up, “Mommy, it will be kind of like we’re having lunch with Jesus!” It’s a favorite meal around here, and an easy one for little hands to help prepare . . . unless, of course, those little hands are busy digging through the dress-up bin.
While we ate, I asked the girls if they remembered whether Jesus had anything other than bread and fish with which to feed everyone, including himself, that day. They both shook their heads in the negative, so I followed up by asking them what we had that Jesus did not that day. Beanie pointed out that our fish had mayonnaise and cheese on it, and Bugaboo noted that we had yummy fruit cocktail to go with our meal.
“Girls, did Jesus complain about only having bread and fish to eat?”
“No, they story just said they had lots of leftovers.”
“Look at your plates, and think about what you just told me about our lunch. Think about it for a minute. Jesus provided something better for us than he provided for Himself.”
“He must love us a lot.”
“Indeed. Can we tell people we love them by giving them the best we have?”
“Yeah, but what if we like what we have?”
“That’s okay, too, but always remember that Jesus gave us His best. Can we remember to give our best, too, whether it’s sharing our food or doing our chores or our schoolwork?”
“Okay. Did Jesus have to sweep the hallway?”
“I’ll bet He helped His mother, Mary.”
“Yeah, He probably did. He was a good little boy. He probably didn’t complain about it, either.”
Our little blessings amaze me sometimes.
Later that afternoon, we set about making feathers for our annual “turkey of thanks.” I cut orange construction paper feathers until my fingers got numb, and had to ask Bugaboo and Beanie to save some of their gratitude for tomorrow.
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for Your abundant provision for us, and for little blessings who give praise and thanks to You for Your bounty. You feed us when we are weary with living bread, and quench all our thirsts with Your living water. Thank You for never having let our children know hunger, not for food, not for love, not for comfort. Please enrich our hearts with humble gratitude and a fervent desire to share Your blessings with all those who hunger and despair; open our eyes to their sufferings and their eyes to Your love.