A meditation for you this week:

You may be facing the insurmountable, or so it feels. Swirling from too many demands, too little resources. In the chaos of those feelings—and they are chaotic, fragmenting, corrosive—could we stop?

Stop moving our bodies. Stop moving our minds. Stop moving our hands. Stop moving our feet. Stop moving our mouths. Stop. Be still.

In the stillness we realize that something is plaguing us. Comparison? Shame? Lies? Fear? We realize the toxic tapes have taken control. The howling monkeys have been loosed.

We need to stop and breathe.

And then we say—in the face of those toxic tapes—all Christ requires of me is my five loaves and my two fish.

All Christ requires of me is my five loaves and my two fish.

I bring him what little I have. The limited time. The limited resources. The crazy brain. The drama. The passion. The dream. The desire. The unshowered self. The mistake-maker. The gypsy-in-training. I bring it to him. My offering. Modest as it may be. I place it in his hands entirely (which is incredibly hard to do). And I see that he is the one who makes the miracles happen. Not me. He is the one who multiplies and multiplies and multiplies. He is the one who takes my not enough and creates plenty. He is the one who nourishes. I cannot feed the crowds on my own. They’ll consume me in a second.

All Christ requires of me is my five loaves and my two fish.

He will do the saving. Not me.

So, God, help us to quiet down. To stop buzzing. To put our phones down and look up at you. To bring you what little is in our hands and allow YOU to make a certified miracle happen. Because we’re nuts. And plagued. And we forget that you’re sitting right here with us, hands extended, asking for our little so you can blow us away with your much.