It was just an ordinary barley loaf. How could she have known an everyday chore would produce a miracle from Heaven that nobody could explain? She was not about to send her child away for the day without food. A boy needs to eat. How was she to know that he would be filled with so much more than bread? A simple task, done as monotonously as any other produced a miracle. One barley loaf was needed and used by the Savior of the world.
I have been given a job today. I will make my child’s breakfast, pack her lunch, and then later prepare and serve her dinner. Is it possible that Jesus could show up, take my measly offerings and do something extraordinary? Who is to say that the mundane can’t be the source of a miracle? Who is to say that my plain and hum-drum contributions to my family can’t be the answer to somebody’s prayer? If Jesus can show up and feed 5,000 people from a few loaves of bread, why should I not expect him to breathe life into my most humble of callings? Suddenly I am more alert to the simple challenges and the prospect of meeting my Jesus smack in the middle of a miracle. How about you?
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