Bishop TD Jakes laid it DOWN in my living room today while I was working. If you don’t know the story of Five Loaves and Two Fishes just google it, but basically Jesus told his disciples to feed the thousands of people who had come to hear Him speak. When they told him there was not enough food, he noticed a little boy with five loaves of bread and two teensy fish. The little boy blessed them and was grateful for them and agreed to share them. Jesus broke the bread and the fish into little pieces which, miraculously, continued to multiply within the baskets as the disciples fed every last person full.
Today, though, the Bishop dropped this –
There is a little boy with two fish and five loaves of bread. But then the miracle begins to occur. He took it and he blessed it. He’s blessing something that is not enough. Until you can be thankful for something that is not enough, what you have cannot be multiplied into what is more then enough.
We are certain that he had two fish and five loaves of bread as he broke them. That’s where we lose count. You understand, then, that the blessing is in the breaking. That which refuses to be broken refuses to be blessed. It is the breaking of life that produces the blessing of life.
I’m going to keep my commentary as short as possible because so little I could say will even COMPARE to that…but the blessing is in the breaking. And if you refuse to break, you miss out on the blessing.
I know people who refuse to break. I know people who insist on staying out of the vulnerability, the pain, the honesty of breaking. They either deny or remain unconscious to the breaking and emerge on the either side…the exact. same. person.
In 2013, I broke. BROKE. And I’m not sure I made the choice to break. I couldn’t physically hold it together.
In 2014, I LITERALLY broke. A LEG. I’m not sure I made that choice either.
But the blessings that emerged from those two GIANT breaks have given me amazing blessings.
I am still very, very sad about all the breaking I experienced and that change my life’s path so drastically. I still look over at that other path and wish I could have somehow stayed on it, raising my son in a family and living in a house I so love. There’s no but to any of that. I am still sad. That’s the reality of breaking! It’s sad.
I also have love like I’ve never known. I have career opportunities that are blowing my mind. I live next to a river where turtles, river otters, birds, and fish greet me every morning outside my window. Like damn Snow White! I’m healthy. I’m safe. I’m full.
Bless what you have. Break when it’s time. Trust that you WILL be put back together.