Here is a boy with five small barley loaves and two small fish, but how far will they go among so many? (Andrew the disciple in John 6:9)
Being a Mom is no joke. (And all of God’s Momma’s said…) I am down to my last of five being at home. I still pack his lunch every morning, not because he can’t do it but because I want to and because he’s the baby so his older siblings will tell you I love him the most…
Anyhoo…I sat down one morning to figure out just how many lunches I have packed through the years. If I packed lunch 100 days out of the school year for an average of 8 years for 5 kiddos that’s an estimated 3,830 lunches! Holy Jif! That’s a lot of peanut butter and jelly! (Don’t get me started on the loads of laundry. With mustard seed faith I’ve moved mountains…of dirty clothes…)
I’m surprised I’ve never thought of this before but sometimes reading something familiar causes us to simply skim through a story. Maybe you’ve heard of the time when Jesus feeds 5000 men (not including the women and children which would put the estimate at about 15,000 people) with a little boy’s lunch of five loaves of barley bread and two small fish? Truly miraculous!
I reflected on a couple of things as I was rereading this account in John 6…
First, does anybody else find it incredible that this little guy and his meager meal was somehow found among 15,000 people? Not that this matters in the scheme of things, it just adds to the mystery of how God moves.
Second, in all my years of hearing messages and reading through this story I’ve not once thought of the one who packed the lunch. There was a Momma on the backside of this story.
And I wonder…
Was she there in the crowd? Did she send him to hear the words of the One who was healing the sick? Or was she tired of his boy energy and gave him something to do, somewhere to go for a moment’s peace and quiet? Can you relate? (Hello Awanas my old friend. It’s good of you to kid sit for me again…)
Did she have to check the bread for mold and give the fish a sniff to see if it was still good? (Ever sent your kid to school with questionable bread and turkey past the expiration date? No? Then we can’t be friends.)
Was it bread and fish because payday was coming, they were down to their last little bit and it was all she could put together? (Two ends of the bread can still make a mean PB&J right?)
I’m not trying to takeaway from the miracle of feeding the masses from a meager meal. Or glorify the Mom instead of God.
Not at all.
It’s to encourage you who are doing the mundane, the everyday, the simple acts that nobody sees or seems to care about. It’s to cheer for those who wonder if what they do day to day really matters. You’ve wiped noses and butts and feel stuck in a rut. Picked up toys and are tired of noise. You can’t answer another why or hear another cry.
God sees you.
God used a lunch packed with love, an ordinary, everyday task to feed hungry souls for His kingdom work. The same God that made a miracle from the meager will use you too!
In the middle of messy.
In the middle of mundane.
He makes miracles happen.
You are not forgotten.