“8 In those days, when again a great crowd had gathered, and they had nothing to eat, he called his disciples to him and said to them, 2 ‘I have compassion on the crowd, because they have been with me now three days and have nothing to eat.3 And if I send them away hungry to their homes, they will faint on the way. And some of them have come from far away.’ 4 And his disciples answered him, ‘How can one feed these people with bread here in this desolate place?’ 5 And he asked them, ‘How many loaves do you have?’ They said, ‘Seven.’ 6 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. 7 And they had a few small fish. And having blessed them, he said that these also should be set before them. 8 And they ate and were satisfied. And they took up the broken pieces left over, seven baskets full. 9 And there were about four thousand people. And he sent them away. “
I’m always amazed at how very similar I am to the disciples. No, I don’t mean that I am someone of great faith, who has walked with Jesus, and performed miracles. No, not like that. I am so very similar to the disciples in how I so often forget and doubt the power of Christ and his provision for us.
In Mark chapter 8 we read how Jesus has been teaching for 3 days and the people are hungry. He recognizes their need for sustenance and knows he cannot send them away empty. The disciples don’t question their hunger, but they look around this “desolate place” and see nothing to work with. All they have is a few loaves of bread, a couple fish, and thousands of mouths to feed. What can one possibly do with this?
Then we see the one who has been there since the beginning of creation thank God not for what they didn’t have, but for what they did have. Jesus then takes those 7 loaves and a couple of fish and passes them out to the 4,000 and somehow everyone is filled to satisfaction and there is more leftover than what they began with.
What a beautiful picture of God’s grace to us. You see, this is not the first time that Jesus provided miraculously for the crowds who followed him listening to his teaching. Just two chapters before (admittedly I have no idea how much time has passed between chapters 6 and 8) Jesus fed a crowd of 5,000 men, plus women and children, with just 5 loaves of bread and 2 fish. The very same thing happened in that time. Jesus saw that the people were hungry, they needed food, the disciples said they didn’t have enough to feed them, Jesus thanked God for what they had, passed it out, and they had more than enough to feed everyone and had more leftovers than what they started with. This is not the first time Jesus has provided out of nothing.
I can think of so many times when we have been in a “desolate place” whether emotionally, spiritually, or financially and God provided. How many mornings have I woken up completely empty and all I can think about is how I have 4 babies who need me. The day has just begun and my patience is gone, my energy is depleted, and I am emotionally drained. My response is to say, “I can’t do this. I have nothing. It’s going to be a horrible day.” But the amazing thing is that each of those days I did indeed survive. I did make it through the day on empty.
Josh and I have had many years in our marriage when we have looked at our accounts compared with our bills and have said that it was impossible. There was not enough. We had medical bills, groceries, student loans, rent, and a baby and made $30k/year. We clipped coupons and shopped the ads and just prayed that somehow we would not drown in the debt. But God always found a way to provide.
I have spent most of my post-college life doubting God and what He could do in my own career. When I graduated in 2008 there were no jobs. Teachers were being pink-slipped left and right. It worked out because I wanted to stay home with Emery anyway so that’s what I did. But as time went on I realized that one day I would need to go back to work. I was told that my Wisconsin license would never transfer to California, but those who told me that were wrong. It did transfer quickly and easily. When I found out about my autoimmune disease I said I would never be able to work. But I still began subbing and loved it! When I found out I was pregnant with Ellie I said I would never be able to work full time and would never be able to clear my credential. When Josh lost his job in April I said I would have to figure something out but I would never get hired with experience only in substitute teaching. But here I am about to begin my first year as a full-time Homeschool Teacher and on the road to clearing my credential. I have doubted, and doubted, and doubted some more and each and every time I have doubted I have chosen to ignore every single one of those times when God has taken my “nothing” and turned it into “something.”
I can only imagine how God, knowing what was to come, would just shake his head and laugh in my doubt the same way I do when my kids say, “we will never get to go to the playground,” or “we will never grow up,” or “dinner will never be ready.” As their mother I know that they are just too short-sighted to see what is just around the corner. They are impatient and easily frustrated and, somehow, don’t trust me to make sure that we are headed to satisfaction. How differently might each of my struggles have looked if I had instead said, “God, I don’t know how this is going to work out, but I know you have a plan in this. How can I glorify you through this?”
But God is so wonderfully glorified through our inadequacies and inabilities. If we could always provide for ourselves, always had enough, were full of energy, had endless finances, and no troubles at all we would not recognize our need for him. It is through our trials and struggles that we build up our faith and character and deepen in maturity. Without struggle we will stay spiritual babies forever, never growing to be able to understand deeper truths and enjoy greater levels of joy.
Sometimes I need to take my tip from the Creator instead of the created and give thanks not for what I don’t have, but for what I do have sitting right in front of me. I can acknowledge what I’m lacking, recognizing my own inadequacy, and trust that God is going work through me to make my little bit last. So the next time when I wake up on empty knowing that I don’t have what it takes I can say, “Thank you, God, for waking me up this morning. Thank you that I am alive and breathing. Thank you that you have given me a husband and four children to love. Thank you for each and every step you give me the energy to take. Right now, I am feeling like I am on empty, but empty is a great place to be because I have plenty of space for you to fill me up with yourself. So here I am giving you what little I have in and of myself knowing that you can multiply my minuscule amounts. So whatcha got?”