I don’t have the ability. I don’t have the resources. There’s no way I can do what You’ve asked me.
What’s in my hand?
It’s what I need. For me. Barely what I need for me. It’s certainly not enough to go around, and not enough to do what You want done.
You want me to give it to You? But then what will I do? I’ll have none and I’ll be of no use to anyone. How about I give You half? I can probably squeak by with just half.
All of it?
Lord, ALL of it? But…
Oh, Jesus. Your hands.
That’s my name there in Your scars.
Here, Lord. Here’s all that I have—every bit of it. It’s not enough, but You knew that already. Thank You for giving everything for me. Thank You that I can give even this little bit back to You. I love You, Jesus.
Then He took the five loaves and the two fish, and looking up to heaven, He blessed them, and broke them, and kept giving them to the disciples to set before the people. And they all ate and were satisfied; and the broken pieces which they had left over were picked up, twelve baskets full. Luke 9:16-17 NAS
Jesus! I can’t believe that my little did what You wanted. I can’t believe all that was done with just the bit that I gave You. It wasn’t my gift, it was YOU. You, the Son of God, who worked. My shortcomings made it so all knew it was Your power and Your doing.
I shudder to think what might have been had I kept back even a small portion for myself. I would’ve missed so much. Worse, others might have missed out because of my actions, my selfish hoarding. Oh Jesus, help me remember this lesson. I want to always give you everything, Lord. Every last, little bit. That’s the only way there will ever be enough. It’s only when You bless and break my little that there will ever be enough to do what You want done.
It was all You, Jesus. And You let me see it and be a part of it. Thank You, Lord. Help me always be a joyful and abandoned giver, knowing that Your blessing and breaking make it enough.
Thank You, Lord Jesus.