All We Have is Enough

It’s Friyay. The morning routine is going just peachy. It’s time to head out the door so I ask my little person to go get his shoes. He obliges. Seconds later, I hear him pitching a fit about a lost piece to a toy that I’d spent a good half hour ransacking the car for last night. Now I’m frustrated. We’re raising voices. And I’m trying to talk sense into a seven year-old experiencing a meltdown about a broken fidget spinner. The peachy morning is now spoiled. He’s late to school and we’re not on happy terms.

I’m not okay with how we departed ways in the car drop off line and I’m feeling like more of a failed parent than usual. I sense a tantrum of my own surfacing… “What exactly can I not mess up today, God? What can I do right?” (Cue all the accusing voices now —You know, the ones that kick you while you’re down?)

As I wallowed in self-defeat, a certain story came to mind. It was the legendary account in John, chapter six, where Jesus feeds the crowd of five thousand. The perplexed disciples inform Jesus, “(200 days’ wages) worth of bread is not enough for each one to receive even a little… There is a little boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish; but what are these for so many people?” (vv. 7, 9‬‬). We know the rest as history. Jesus takes what this one boy has to offer and exponentially increases it to leave the entire crowd with full stomachs and abundant leftovers.
The disciples were looking for human-visible solutions. But ALL Jesus needed was what one little boy had to give.

That’s the business of Jesus. He takes our weathered basket of five loaves and two fish, multiplies it, blesses it, and turns it into an incredible feast we could’ve never imagined.

And if ALL one unsettled little boy has is five-feet-two-inches of an imperfect momma that is willing to offer all she has, that’s all Jesus needs.

He says, “Now gather up the broken pieces that are left over, for nothing will be wasted.” (v. 12‬‬). I may feel like a failure at times, but I’m connected to the source of all things possible. All he needs is me and my willful basket of faith.