Speaking with a new Christian, he was so moved by communion, he said, "I didn't just want a piece of bread, I wanted the entire loaf." We all hunger for love, for success, for perfection. I hunger for forgiveness.

I hunger for a day when I won't need forgiveness.

On more than one occasion, I have asked for the entire loaf. Big miracles from a really big God, deserving none of it.

A Canaanite woman begged Jesus to heal her daughter. He answered. "Woman, you have great faith. Your request is granted." and her daughter was healed in that moment. Matthew chapter 15. To this woman, who was considered undesirable, a crumb was more than enough. When miracles do not arrive in the size and shape of my liking, I am discouraged and fail to be thankful for the crumb of blessing the Lord placed in my hand. A fever broken, pain subsiding, a peaceful night's sleep.

I will continue to be persistent in prayer, asking for the entire loaf, but knowing a crumb is more than enough. Thank you, Lord.

Sitting in the same old spot, facing another day of monotony, a dry summer's dust settled around me. I grappled with the same struggles and whispered the same prayers, my heart weighed down by the past.

As I stepped into the morning, a whirlwind of dust and memories engulfed me, pushing me to the edge. Troubled dreams from decades ago resurfaced, leaving me bruised and weary. Amidst the chaos, I cried out for peace, and it was then that Jesus took hold of me, calming the storm within.

In the midst of life's tempests, I found solace in His presence. The winds may rage, but with Jesus as my anchor, I stood firm. Weakened but undeterred, I continued my journey, knowing that God clears the path ahead, His voice a constant reminder to 'Be still.'

Awakened from a short night's sleep by a massive branch falling from an ancient live oak, with work boots and leather gloves on, the chainsaw's roar pierced the silence of the still sleeping world.

Amidst the raucous rattle, I found a certain peace in my soul. All the noise that once seemed so important faded into the background of the task at hand. As the chainsaw paused, I found myself in a moment reminiscent of Genesis, hearing the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden in the cool of the day.

Time seemed to stand still as I walked and talked with God, realizing that all my worries were insignificant in the light of eternity. It took a mighty branch crashing down to turn my eyes back to Jesus.