Bread for the Journey

Yesterday was a rat race. By nine o'clock, there were four children under the age of three in my house, and one six year old princess who wanted to be the babysitter. Thankfully, a sweet 14 year old friend came over to help with all the craziness. But, still, there was a lot of crazy. Between the kids crying, needing snack, wanting to play, messes made, and not enough hands to clean up, I didn't get to take my shower, or do my Bible study homework, or make my breakfast, or brush my teeth, and the list goes on and on. To make matters even more interesting, my cars in the shop...which means, even if I wanted to go somewhere, I couldn't.

As I was pouting, I realized something. *sorry, God*...I mean... God showed me something. All my "disappointments", were all about me. I know they were basic needs, but still, all about me. Here, I'll recap.

"I didn't get to take my shower, or do my Bible study homework, or make my breakfast, or brush my teeth, and the list goes on and on. To make matters even more interesting, my cars in the shop...which means, even if I wanted to go somewhere, I couldn't.

Sometimes I think about how much the Father gives out for us. How much He loves us, without even thinking for a second about what He's not getting. Or how much He's giving out. And it truly astounds me. I need His heart to even begin to give out. I can try to give out from myself, but all that it will be is filthy rags.

I was reading yesterday in Mark 6 where the disciples notice all the people needing something to eat. How Jesus tells them, "You give them something to eat." Knowing the disciples had nothing, absolutely NOTHING to feed the people with. Knowing that they would ONLY be able to receive from Him, and then give out to others. Last Sunday, one of our friends preached on this exact message, and it was fabulous. You'd think it would have gotten in my head by now, but I'm apparently still needing the lesson.

I'm celebrating my place of need this morning. That I would finally rest, and remember to rely. That He would be my bread for the journey, rather than running on empty. Rather than striving to remain this illusion of "everything" for everyone, that instead I would turn to Him, and rest. Join me and others in this "resting place" over at Emily's.