Breadcrumbs and the Beauty of Leftovers

Driving om empty road under the rainbow

“Faith inhales and then exhales the very breath of God.”

I read those words in my devotional yesterday morning.  It made me think of the song lyrics. “This is the air I breathe… I’m desperate for You.”  I sung those words silently inside my head.

A few hours later I was sitting in staff chapel at work and singing the words to that same song. The tears rolled down my cheek as I allowed the beauty of this truth wash over me again…His Presence is constant.

This morning I thought about all the breadcrumbs I spotted along the path yesterday morning even before getting to work and singing that beautiful song again.  So many reminders that our Creator most certainly cares about the details of our day. The familiar story of Jesus feeding the crowd of 5000 with five loaves and two fish came to mind.  What I love most about this account is what happened after the crowd ate and were full.

“Everyone ate and was filled. Then they picked up 12 baskets full of leftover pieces!” Matthew 14:20

Breadcrumbs, Lord.  Your glory and goodness overflow!  Time after time, I’ve watched You pour out Your generosity and Your redeeming love into my life and into the lives of others. And most of the time, it’s more than our minds and our hearts can even imagine.

“Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us,” Ephesians 3:20

Today is June 8.  I realized yesterday that this is the anniversary of two significant events since moving to Georgia. It was three years ago today that we said good-bye to my husband’s mom.  She took her last breath in this life on a Saturday night.  Even though it was my husband’s home state, Georgia had only officially become my home just 10 days prior to my mother-in-law’s death. We had been brought back to Georgia for such a time as this. I am certain of it.

Today also marks the one year anniversary of walking through the doors at Rock Bridge Community Church to begin my new job and a new journey.  I can not believe it has been a year. The time has flown by. I’ve shared this before, but I still drive up the street toward work in a state of awe at how God was able to use all the valleys, detours, and wrong turns in my own life and somehow, by His grace, bring me here.  Nothing is wasted. Our Redeemer…redeems.

He blesses more than we deserve and so much more than we can take credit…and it humbles me everyday.

He feeds us until we are full and then the “leftovers” continue to fill our baskets.


Last night I was thinking how one date on a calendar can hold both memories of pain and loss and also memories of joy and new chapters.  Beauty mixed with pain.  It’s a concept and a part of life I seem to never get tired of thinking about. 


This morning I woke up with these lyrics playing on repeat in my heart.

Heaven, heaven fall down
Spirit, Spirit pour out
On us all now
Heaven fall down

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