15 As evening approached, the disciples came to him and said, “This is a remote place, and it’s already getting late. Send the crowds away, so they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”
16 Jesus replied, “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”
17 “We have here only five loaves of bread and two fish,” they answered.
18 “Bring them here to me,” he said. 19 And he directed the people to sit down on the grass. Taking the five loaves and the two fish and looking up to heaven, he gave thanks and broke the loaves. Then he gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. 20 They all ate and were satisfied, and the disciples picked up twelve basketfuls of broken pieces that were left over. 21 The number of those who ate was about five thousand men, besides women and children.
I’m sure the disciples worried about how in the world they had enough food to feed all the crowds. They continued, feeding them, doing the next right thing. And as they fed, the food multiplied. There was food left over when everyone was stuffed.
I had one child. Another child was on the way and I wonder if I can love another child like I can the first. That child is born and love multiplies. We love the second, third, fourth children the same as the first because our love multiplies just like the food did in the story of Jesus feeding the 5,000.
I love hard. If I love you then you know it. There has never been a day in my life that I thought to myself “Self, you are all out of love. If anyone walks up here to you then you can’t love them because you are all full here and can’t love any more.” It doesn’t happen.
Give love away. Spread it around like confetti. Like glitter. When there is a party and confetti was involved, you will find that stuff years later. Let us all be spreaders of love. Let us spread it so thoroughly and so often that our love can still be found years later under a chair or in a corner. You may be long gone but your love you left is still there. Love isn’t meant to be finite. It is infinite. Go out this week with your infinite love and spread it around like confetti. Throw it on everyone-the lovable and the unloveable. I guarantee that you will be the one who is blessed because when we try to bless others it always ends up coming back to us multiplied.
Let me know how your confetti project goes this week! Thanks for reading my blog. Please give me a share so I can be famous someday.