Taking the five loaves and the two fish he looked up to heaven, and blessed,
and broke and gave the loaves...to the crowds. And they all ate and were
satisfied. And they took up twelve baskets full of the broken pieces left over. —Hebrews 13:8 (RSV)
When my children were
younger, I often worried about the permanent effects our near-poverty might
have on them. My daughter Heather remembers being forced to sit alone in a
classroom because she didn't have enough money to buy pizza with her
classmates. I remember her putting the labels off her friend's cast-off Keds
and gluing them onto the heels of her cheap imitations. She also remembers
missing social events because my illness or work prevented my driving her to
them. All I could do was pray for God's blessing on my children, and that He
would keep all of us from bitterness.
This past Mother's Day, I
began to see how God was answering my prayer. The first evidence was a lovely bouquet
from Heather, who was away at college. It spoke to me of her love and understanding.
The other, oddly, was a bill that arrived the same day. It was Heather's
monthly reminder from an international charity. How can she afford to do
this, I wondered, when she needs every penny she earns for school?
It was then I realized
that her painful memories had not been a burden but a blessing. Hard times had
taught my daughter the joy of giving to someone less fortunate than herself. I
forwarded her bill, grateful that my children were turning out fine.
Exceptional, in fact. And I breathed a prayer of gratitude.
Dear God, thank You for all of the abundance You bring when we trust You to turn our very little into so very much.
Dear God, thank You for all of the abundance You bring when we trust You to turn our very little into so very much.
Originally published May, Saturday 18, 1996, by Guidepost's Devotionals
