8-9…“There’s a youngster here with five barley loaves and a couple of fish! But what good is that with all this mob?”

¹⁰ “Tell everyone to sit down,” Jesus ordered. And all of them—the approximate count of the men only was five thousand—sat down on the grassy slopes. ¹¹ Then Jesus took the loaves and gave thanks to God and passed them out to the people. Afterwards he did the same with the fish. And everyone ate until full! ~ John 6, The Message

Scarcity. Hunger. Not enough to go around
of love, of necessities, of respect, of money, of life.
Short supply, the survival of the fittest,
I’ll get mine, yours is up to you.
My wants must be met, and I’ll make sure.
We’ve been there. Probably all people
but certainly us, we of the rooms of recovery.
Sure, we came to believe a Power greater than we
could restore us to sanity, could do ‘most anything.
But still, there’s need, there’s lack, there’s shortage
and from the paltry supply I must surely contend
for mine, for me and mine. It’s the responsible act.

Scarcity. Insufficiency. Doubt, fear, insecurities.
They’re not outside forces, not inevitabilities.
They’re our own hang-ups, our own lack of faith.
If we but start by giving thanks, by releasing,
by saying not my will but Yours…
If I set aside the doubt, fear, insecurity
and just trust suddenly, unbelievably,
there’s more than enough.