God met me


Yesterday I began the Thanksgiving preparations much like I do every year.

But as the worship music played in the background, as my children chatted over their color-by-number Thanksgiving centerpieces, and as I went through the mundane motions of measuring the dry ingredients for the brine and whisking the pumpkin pie fillings, I had a holy moment.

I had one of those “Moses and the Burning Bush” moments. A moment when the Lord reminds you that you’re standing on Holy ground and in His presence.

I had a holy moment with a loaf of bread. Yes, a loaf of bread stilled my soul and brought me to a place of holy reflection.

As I stared at the simple loaf of bread before me, a peace filled my heart. A smile came to my lips as I stood in amazement at the sheer magnitude of the miracle.

“Seven loaves, much like this one…” were broken and blessed by Jesus. “Seven loaves, much like this one…” provided nourishment for 4,000 men. “Seven loaves, much like this one…” still yielded 7 baskets of leftovers.

There, in the middle of my humble little kitchen, God was revealing the magnitude of the miracle described in Matthew 15.

This Thanksgiving dish consisting of just one loaf, typically only feeds my family for one day. Yet 6 additional loaves of bread were used to feed thousands of people. Even when I tried to rationalize it, I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

He smiled and tenderly whispered, “My child, as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”

So instead of trying to make sense of it all, I stopped what I was doing. I closed my eyes. I breathed in His holy presence. I stood in quiet awe and amazement. I let my spirit worship its mighty Creator.

For oh, how our God can do so much with so little.

Yesterday, God met me over a loaf of bread. And I’m quite certain I’ll never look at a loaf the same again.

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