A Feast of Moldy Crumbs

I could daily feed a starving nation with the crumbs from my floor. I have a 4-year old and a 2-year old. I am fairly certain that my 2-year old feels it is his calling to make sure I have plenty of housework. He is most content when he is making a royal mess someplace.

One morning as I was sweeping up the remnants (read: an entire plate) of food from the floor, I looked down and saw a message from God right there in the pile of food mixed with dust bunnies and dried play dough.

Would you feed these crumbs to your children? The voice asked.

I knew the obvious answer. Of course not! What mother would feed her child garbage when she has a pantry full of healthy food?

And yet you feed your spirit with dry, stale crumbs from last year’s feast.

Those words slammed against my heart with a force I could not ignore.

When was the last time I had a testimony to share? When was the last time I had slowed down long enough to allow God’s Word to speak something fresh and new? When was the last time I read God’s Word for me and not to find a message to share with my Bible study group?

I knew the answer to those questions; even though I didn’t want to admit that the answers were not impressive at all.

Moldy crumbs from the floor. That’s what I had been feeding myself. All the while, sitting next to me on the table was a feast of fresh rhema that was waiting to be devoured.

How will we have the energy to battle for a world that is being ravaged by the forces of darkness if we are malnourished and weak?

Revelation tells us that saints overcome the enemy by the blood of the Lamb and the word of their testimony. We have the blood of Lamb on our hearts; but what about our testimony?

What has the Lord spoken to you lately? How has He come through for you in a supernatural way? Has He healed your body or provided for you in time of need? Do you have a fresh story to share with the skeptic who questions whether God is real?

You see, we don’t feed ourselves to make ourselves fat and happy.  We feed ourselves so we can continue to labor and serve in the kingdom!  We live in a spiritually impoverished world that has gorged itself on the rottenness of immorality, profanity, and hedonism that has left it sick and bloated with sin that has completely eaten away every healthy cell until it is diseased and wasted.

We hold the healing in our hands; we carry it in our spirits: the Word of God, our testimony, and the gospel message that brings healing and salvation.

We receive so we can give.

This week I purpose to be more intentional about turning off the noise, gathering my scattered thoughts, focusing on Christ and His Word, and receiving a personal word from Him to me; so that in turn, I can feed a starving world with fresh goodness from the Lord that will heal souls and draw them to the One who both saves and delivers!

About Rosilind

Rosilind is an American girl married to a Bosnian guy who lives in a small village just outside of Zagreb. They have two crazy boys 3 and under who are as opposite as boys can be. When Rosilind isn't writing, she is dreaming up recipes and searching for ways to organize her home better. You can find her at A Little R & R where she writes about missions, marriage and family, toddler activities, and her recipes. You will also find her onFacebook, Twitter and Pinterest. 

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