I sat there for hours just soaking Him all in. Everything He wrote in red, I devoured. And it was so good to feast on the words that bring life truer than any type of food could any ol’ time.

And when I stumbled upon the familiar story of the bread and the fish and the five thousand plus women and children, blah, blah, blah, I couldn’t help but notice just how much of the good I waste. You see, the miracle in and of itself became old news. In fact, it had even become news rather than an experience of beating hearts. News to share mostly with new believers and during story time with sunday-schoolers because, well, if I were honest with myself, the story became old. The story became old and then before I knew it the miracle did too. And miracles should be preserved, and not left to grow stale.

My friend; Jesus took a nameless boy’s lunch and fed thousands upon thousands. See if we were there, it’d be that story we told over, and over, and over again. Over and over until we caught the rolling eyes of our bored friends and it replayed in our own minds until it became stale to us too. Sure we might smirk and say, yeah, it was pretty cool; it was awesome. But would there be more?

I’ve tasted and seen the goodness of God in miracles my mind shouldn’t be over yet. Or ever. If I really caught it, the everlasting joy through His miraculous love… there would still be much rejoicing to be had in that which He’s accomplished. And I have this gut feeling you’ve been here before too. So I can’t help but wonder, and perhaps even ask… what are those miracles for you? The ones that once filled up our heart and soul. The ones that we then allowed the pieces of leftover-miracle sit to go to waste. Those ones that just became a story sans the miracle. Friends… return your mind to those places and gather up the pieces. Give thanks, share it, fill up, gather up the pieces and preserve the miracles.

I’m learning… Miracles are never meant to go to waste. I love so much that even if we choose to waste those leftover pieces and shreds, our Papa in heaven will not. He will use what we choose to leave because to Him, nothing is wasted.

12 When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.” John 6.12