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Monday Musing: Far Below Inadequate Can Be Enough

Do you ever observe needs that are too great for you to fill?  Are you ever overwhelmed by the problems of the world and feel helpless to solve them?  

Recently, I was thinking about this incident from the New Testament:



I had always viewed it as a miracle, which it is, but hadn't really considered the point of view of the apostles.  They saw a need, and asked if perhaps the people should be sent away to feed themselves. Christ responded by asking the apostles to bring what they did have.  Of course, it was woefully inadequate--almost not even worth giving--but through His goodness, it was more than enough.  

We might sometimes observe someone in need and think that we can not help them, or perhaps, that they should help themselves.   However, our small smile, friendly word, or humble offering--given not because of our own influence, but because we want to help others and honor Him--can, through Christ's enabling power, lift, help, and sustain the person in need.  His grace is sufficient for all.  

I do not have to solve the world's problems.  I only need to offer what I can.   


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I'm thankful for the scriptures, and the insights we can gain from them.

What have you learned from the scriptures lately?

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  1. You said this beautifully. I could say all sorts of things, but it's all simply agreeing with you and not said nearly so well. So I won't say anything else. :)

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  2. Let me say only that this gets a lot of head nodding here at my kitchen table this afternoon. This was good for my soul to see today.

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  3. You never know how much difference the littlest bit can make! Sometimes even just a hug can save someone's day. Good thoughts!

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