Breakfast Is Served

One of my favorite morning tasks  pleasures is to serve breakfast.  I grab fresh bread, cut the carrots, and sometimes garnish my plate with a few grapes.  This morning with my plate in hand, I stood at the fence looking for my "crew".  The desert wash was deserted. There were no early birds, flybys, or even a chirp to be heard.  At first I was disappointed no one showed up, not even 'somebunny.' The breakfast feast I prepared seemed like such a waste. As I turned to leave with my feast, an idea popped in my mind. The thought tickled my heart!  What if I spread the bread, carrots, and grape garnish on the desert floor for my feathered and furry friends as a surprise! Maybe when they are walking, flying, or hopping by today they will stumble upon my feast and be refreshed.

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They probably won't grasp the floored feast was prepared just for them. (I know that.)
They may be clueless the feast was purposely put in their path. (Duh!)
They may not even be grateful for the provision. (I know that too.)

I left it anyway.

The Lord showed me a spiritual truth this morning.  I saw Jesus, standing in the garden as our daily bread waiting... on you and me every single morning with good things in His hand.  Where are we in this picture? Are we the no show? Or at best maybe we do a  flyby with Jesus, because we are so very busy. 
In His abundant love for us, the Lord leaves stuff for us anyway.  He scatters 'God things' on our path hoping we will hunger for MORE. Feast or Famine.  We get to chose.

O God, You are my God;
Early will I seek You;
My soul thirsts for You;
My flesh longs for You
In a dry and thirsty land
Where there is no water. Psalm  63:1

B His Girl