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The tantalizing scents of yeast and baking bread beckoned to me. Still bleary-eyed from sleep, I padded from the guest room to the dimly lit kitchen and surveyed the room. A large silver mixer stood on the counter, its dough attachment spinning vigorously as Gracie rhythmically kneaded a mass of dough. Thrust, turn, thrust. Five tins spanned the counter top, each covered by a white cloth.

Turning her attention toward me, the farmer’s wife dusted flour from her hands. “Good morning, Tammy. Would you like to see the special treat I have for you?”

Nodding, I followed behind Gracie as she stepped toward the oven. “This is for you,” she said, tilting a cookie sheet my direction. Curious, I moved closer to investigate the shiny tray and its promising contents—a loaf of bread carefully shaped to resemble a teddy bear. My stomach gurgled in anticipation as I imagined eating those golden hills of cinnamon-and-sugar laced goodness.

Reaching for a plate, Gracie tugged a round of sweetbread from the loaf and handed it to me. I’d never enjoyed a more delicious breakfast.

The disciples must have shared my sentiment the day they feasted on the bounty Jesus miraculously produced to feed five-thousand men as well as women and children. Food was scarce—until the Master filled baskets to overflowing with heaven-sent bread and assuaged the hunger of a ravenous crowd.

Amazed, the people hunted after the Giver when he quietly slipped away. Finally discovering His location, they demanded more. More bread. More miracles. More of Christ.

But John 6: 25-28 reveals that Jesus knew their hearts.

“When they arrived and found him, they said, “Sir, how did you get here?” Jesus replied, “The truth of the matter is that you want to be with me because I fed you, not because you believe in me.  But you shouldn’t be so concerned about perishable things like food.”

I imagine Christ peering out at those in the group, His gaze penetrating the hearts of the unbelieving before continuing.

Spend your energy seeking the eternal life that I, the Messiah, can give you. For God the Father has sent me for this very purpose.” John 6:27 MSG)

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Jesus spoke plainly; He was the one for whom Israel had waited. But unbelief persisted as the people challenged deity in flesh and demanded proof.

 “What sign then will you give that we may see it and believe you? What will you do? Our ancestors ate the manna in the wilderness; as it is written: ‘He gave them bread from heaven to eat.

Jesus said to them, “Very truly I tell you, it is not Moses who has given you the bread from heaven, but it is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven.  For the bread of God is the bread that comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” (John 6: 30-33 NIV)

Christ’s next words stunned the crowd.

Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. (John 6:35 NIV)

The carpenter’s son made a radical claim when He spoke the words “I am”. This combination of pronoun and verb equated Christ with God. How? He chose to use the Hebrew words, “Ego eimi” to convey His message—an emphatic word choice referencing Exodus 3:14 when God revealed His character to Moses as YAHWEH, the I AM who always was, is, and will be.

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Undeterred, Jesus made a distinction between the perishable bread God showered on the Israelites in the wilderness and Himself, “the bread of life”. One was temporary and the other eternal.

As much as I enjoyed the bread Gracie prepared for me when I was a child, it couldn’t satisfy my hunger. A few hours later, I needed to fill the void in my stomach again. Christ is far different. Once we feed on the “bread of heaven”, He occupies our spiritual emptiness and delivers us from always requiring more to storehouses of abundant blessing.

If you haven’t tasted of the joys of heaven, I pray you will. And if you’ve already joined Him at the table, won’t you sit by me? Let’s celebrate and feed on the things of Christ together.

Peace and grace,

Tammy

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November’s dim morning light shrouds the room in a blanket of calm as I greet the Father. “Lord, what work do you have for me today? How can I be like Jesus in someone’s life?” The words hang in the hush of a home not yet interrupted by the rush of bodies hurrying toward busy and I pause, wondering what the day might bring.

I can’t know that by the time the sun sits low on the horizon like a burnished orange dangling heavy on a tree, my heart will quake–grieving for a nine-year old child and wondering what her hours between school and bedtime might entail.

While writing is my passion, teaching is my profession and I love the children whose little bodies fill my classroom. Years ago, I chose to teach because I longed to be the person who might make a difference in a hurting child’s life. I wanted to be that child’s rescuer. Her hope giver. His I-believe-in-you and there-is-more-than-this-joy-bringer.

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But, naive optimism sometimes collides with reality.

Today, my heart flutters rapidly when a small one says weakly, “I’m afraid to go home. I don’t know what he’ll do to me.” Her eyes seem to plead with me as she leans into my body and I wrap gentle arms around her fragile frame–just as I wish someone had done for another little girl years ago.

I do everything as expected. I make the calls to the State. Complete the required paperwork. And I ask, “Will anyone be able to visit the home before this child goes home?”

The woman on the other end of the line sighs. “Not unless you notice bruising or you were informed of sexual abuse.”

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I thank the woman for her time, drop the call, and feel tears gathering at the back of my throat and drowning my heart. This child–every child– should feel safe. Protected. Loved.

Now, my thoughts and prayers hover over a brown-eyed child and I pray. I ask Jesus to be the one I am incapable of being in this little one’s life and He reminds me.

I Am the Savior who wept tears over a people in need of rescue. I Am the divine planner who lovingly leads a wandering, needy people to eternal hope. I Am the One in whom all things are possible.

I. Am. Able.

Still unsettled, I’m reminded of heaven’s King who exchanged Heaven’s glory for an inglorious manger. The fountain of peace for a world awash in sin. The throne of worship for the disgrace of a cross.

My assignment today was to love a hurting child, but the Father’s mission?                          To be the great I Am.

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His power will overcome that which is wicked. His purposes will prevail even when life is unjust. And His presence will guard the weak until the Lamb is revealed as a Lion.

 

I would love to know how God has shown himself faithful in your assignments this week. Leave a comment and encourage others with your testimony or let me know how I can pray for you.

Peace and grace,

Tammy

 

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God said to Moses, “I am who I am.

Exodus 3:14

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It took her by surprise–this identity crisis.

One day she knew who she was and the next lacked any sense of a cohesive selfOne day she walked purposefully…with direction; next there was only the feeling of wandering in the dark.  One day her faith blossomed–sharing its fragrance willingly with others; then it suddenly withered to a dingy, lifeless brown hovering somewhere between life and death.

The woman wondered how she would keep moving on when so much of today was caught up in the shattered dreams of the past.  She laughed at the absurdity of looking in the mirror and being unsure of the reflection…like an insecure teenager who hadn’t yet discovered what substance lay beneath the surface.  She wept at the tragedy of losing who she might have become to the early years of abuse.  She even shook her fist at the God who had grieved at the sight of a child’s soul being stripped of hope while her little form was stripped of modesty.  And…the woman missed God the most.

The identity crisis…a personal place of loneliness, trepidation, discovery.  The woman wanders in her spiritual desert–climbing a mountain of doubt and confusion.  She yearns to meet God there and thinks of Moses’.  He had been called by God to lead…to trust…to obey.  Moses’ response?  Who am I?  Moses was experiencing an identity crisis.

“I am who I Am.”  The Lord didn’t address Moses’ insecurities with platitudes or pep talks.  The focus wasn’t on Moses, but on God and what He would accomplish through his servant.  And the woman realizes that those are the words of truth to which she must cling.  “I am who I Am.”  And she keeps climbing.

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