oooh, we're halfway there….
I have a major Bon Jovi earworm goin' on this Laetare Sunday. But hey, we ARE now half way to Easter. We talked with the children about the loaves and the fishes tonight and read the reflection in Divine Intimacy. The author pointed out that God could very well have just produced the food out of the ether, but instead He asked the boy for the pittance he had to offer. This is the way with God, he says.
He always asks for our cooperation, even when in truth our effort is so very insufficient for the task.
He can take whatever little bit we offer and multiply it in miraculous ways. It reminds me of the game my husband used to play with the boys when they were babies. They would toss a ball towards a hoop and it predictably only went a few feet. Instead of letting it fall, he would scoop it up midair and sink the basket, which brought wild cheers from the tiny players. This is so very reassuring when my own steps towards sanctity seem pitiful to me. God can come up alongside me just that same way and carry them forward to fruition.

We will revisit this bible story during the week, probably by using the story bible as reading practice. In lieu of paper crafts I am hoping to have the littles make tuna sandwiches for lunch together one day. Maybe, since it is a mostly at home week we will make the bread too. Another goal is to make an Easter garden. I have everything gathered and had hoped to do this sooner but, you know, life happens. Should be time yet.
How about you? I hope you have made some baby steps to Calvary as well. If time permits you might be able to try one of these ideas in the remaining weeks of lent. One finished project is good. Five half finished projects, not so much.
Undershoot. : ) God can multiply your efforts.
“Undershoot. : ) God can multiply your efforts.”
YES! My motto for this year has been “Done is better than perfect.” And it’s actually working. Who knew?!? LOL
I was sent here by Jeanine, a fellow CWA blogger.
How exciting that you live in England. I lived in Louth, Lincolnshire. I miss the simplicity.
My husband spent most of his military life in Germany/Belgium/Italy.
How on earth did you all get lucky enough to go back there?
And by the way, you don’t look old enough to have ten children.
Beautiful!
Thanking God that he multiplies my efforts…
Blessings,
Emily