It was 8 a.m. I sat at the table alone, looking out over the pond in front of me. I took out my breakfast bagel and before I had even sliced it, a bird flew down from a nearby tree and perched on the chair right next to mine. He cocked his head to one side and looked at me expectantly with his beady eye. This bold little fellow was less than two feet away, totally unafraid. I obviously had something he wanted. I laughed, broke off a small piece of my bagel and threw it on the ground. My feathered friend grabbed it eagerly and took off. Seconds later, he landed on the chair again and the scene was repeated. After he left, I grabbed my phone, ready to take a photo the next time he came. I waited and waited, patiently hoping he would return, but he never did. I guess that little bird just wasn't hungry any more.
And it made me think...how hungry am I for God, the true bread of life? God sits. Patiently. Waiting. Hoping. For me. All I need to do is approach that throne boldly, expecting to receive.
And I will be given as much, (or as little), as I want.
Jesus then took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated
as much as they wanted. John 6:11