Empty Hands

And his disciples answered him, “How can one feed these people with bread here in this desolate place?” And he asked them, “How many loaves do you have?” They said, “Seven.” And he directed the crowd to sit down on the ground. And he took the seven loaves, and having given thanks, he broke them and gave them to his disciples to set before the people; and they set them before the crowd. And they had a few small fish. And having blessed them, he said that these also should be set before them. And they ate and were satisfied. And they took up the broken pieces left over, seven baskets full.

(Mark 8:4-8 ESV, emphasis mine)

Thank you that you are the great provider. Thank you for reminding me in this story, that the options that show themselves to me are not all the options you hold. I may only have seven loaves, an impossibly small amount to fix the problems I'm faced with, but you are the infinite Bread of Life. May I look at my hands, realize that they are empty and powerless, and immediately look to your arms for provision and strength. I am nothing, you are everything. Teach me your way today, allow me to fear you and worship nothing or no one else.

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