Five Loaves and Two Fishes

5 When Jesus then lifted up his eyes, and saw a great company come unto him, he saith unto Philip, Whence shall we buy bread, that these may eat?
6 And this he said to prove him: for he himself knew what he would do.
7 Philip answered him, Two hundred pennyworth of bread is not sufficient for them, that every one of them may take a little.
8 One of his disciples, Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, saith unto him,
9 There is a lad here, which hath five barley loaves, and two small fishes: but what are they among so many?
10 And Jesus said, Make the men sit down. Now there was much grass in the place. So the men sat down, in number about five thousand.
11 And Jesus took the loaves; and when he had given thanks, he distributed to the disciples, and the disciples to them that were set down; and likewise of the fishes as much as they would.
12 When they were filled, he said unto his disciples, Gather up the fragments that remain, that nothing be lost.
13 Therefore they gathered them together, and filled twelve baskets with the fragments of the five barley loaves, which remained over and above unto them that had eaten.
14 Then those men, when they had seen the miracle that Jesus did, said, This is of a truth that prophet that should come into the world.
John 6:5-14

I haven't gotten the picture thing figured out yet so that I can show you my quilt blocks, but I was thinking about this today and decided to write my thoughts down.

You've prob'ly heard that story of Jesus feeding the 5000 with just 5 loaves and 2 fish... but let's just step back in time for a few minutes.

Early that morning, a young mother woke up with a busy day planned. She needed to clean the house, prepare food and bake bread for Passover. She gathers the supplies and starts mixing it together, and soon it is in the oven and the aroma is filling the air. A little while later her young son comes in all excited about the crowd of people gathering a little ways outside of town...
"and Rabbi Yeshua is there and He's going to talk to everybody and can I go too?? I want to go see Him! They say He's touching sick and crippled people and they are all fixed... I want to see that! Benjamin and Joshua are going to be there... can I go? Pleeeeeease??"
So she agrees, as long as he takes some food, because like any mother, she doesn't want him getting hungry and it's a long way for a little boy to walk back home just for a meal. And it would give him something to do besides getting underfoot while she prepared for the Passover.
"And stay near Andrew because I don't know what kind of people are there." She wraps up a couple of fish her husband had just caught the day before, added 5 of the loaves of barley bread so he would have some to share with his little friends, and sent him off with an admonishment to pay attention so he can tell her all about it when he came home that evening.

She had no idea when she got up that morning that 5 loaves of the bread she was going to bake were going to be held in the hands of God Himself, prayed over and stretched out to feed 5000 men, their wives, and their children! In fact, I imagine that she probably thought her little boy was making up stories when he came home that night and told her that he gave his lunch to Yeshua and when He got done passing it around to everyone there were 12 baskets full of leftovers. You know how little boys' imaginations run wild... Until she went to the well that evening to draw water and everyone on the street was telling the same story! But even then I don't believe she knew that it was God who shared the bread she'd baked that morning... I wonder if she ever knew. Was she later part of the crowd crying "Crucify Him!" or was she one who heard Peter preach at Pentecost, believed and was baptized? Did that miracle that day with her bread convince her that Yeshua was the Messiah they had been waiting for? I don't really know, but I kinda think so.

There are so many different things in the Bible that we don't know the whole story of.
Mom and I were talking about the song "Mary, Did You Know" I like the one line that says "when your kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God." I know that she knew that He was the Son of God, because the angel told her so... but when she was just being a mom, cuddling and loving on her tiny newborn, I wonder if she really knew when she was kissing His sweet little face, smoothing down His baby-fine hair, shielding his deep brown eyes from a bright sun, teaching Him to take His first step as a toddler, cleaning off a scraped knee, etc. that He wasn't just the Son of God, but that He was God himself, or did she just think of Him as her little boy? If you have children, think back to all the things you do and think from the time they are minutes old.... then put yourself in her shoes for a few minutes and ponder what it would have been like if you had been the one chosen and that infant you had held was God in the flesh. How would you have thought of Him when you were doing your daily life routine?