Cast Your Bread

Jules —  March 14, 2005

This is for everyone. . . especially moms. Moms, every cup of juice you pour and every nose you wipe today has significance…

Yes My child, I want you to share even what you think are just tiny little morsels that wouldn’t even make a ripple in the water. How little you know about ripples! Every piece of bread you share as you cast it upon the waters of life, makes a huge difference in My Kingdom. Angels are sent, divine connections are made, Words are caught and seed is planted. In every seed is a future harvest of plenty. You are thinking too small. I rejoice over the smallest details of your life, and as you share them with others, they are multiplied over and over again. So cast your bread upon the waters and trust Me to do exactly what I have promised.

“Cast your bread upon the waters, for you will find it after many days.” Ecclesiastes 11:1 NJKV

“We can do no great things– only small things with great love.” ~Mother Teresa

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8 responses to Cast Your Bread

  1. Beautiful stuff, Julie. Almost makes me wish I had a snotty nose to wipe. Well, almost…
    :-)

  2. It’s a glamorous job!!! I have to check my clothes before I go anywhere. Someone is always using me to wipe their nose or mouth. Mom… the human sponge.

    I worked at Wal-Mart over the holiday season to help provide some Christmas cash for the fam. Trust me, if you look at the cashiers name tag and call them by name and treat them like a human being, you can change the tone of their day!! It’s casting bread.

    Opportunities are everywhere… I often get caught up in my own little world and forget.

  3. The Anderson’s have snotty noses, come on over Rob and have at it! :)

    Seriously though, I was thinking this weekend, as I applied Vics vapor rub to my chest, that I really appreciated the little things my mom would do when I was sick. Like applying Vics, bringing me Sprite or 7-up to sip on, coming in during the middle of the night to make sure I was covered up. Those things, though seemingly insignificant, have stayed with me all my life. Little things are truly BIG things. They really matter.

  4. Yes, I remember my dad holding a wet wash cloth to my head while I, huh, shall we say, heaved? It was also very comforting to have my mom make up a bed on the couch and bring me crackers and sweet tea to settle my stomach.

    Carl brought me a glass of water last night when I was in bed coughing. What a sweetie!

  5. I remember the times Daddy would beat the bed and hand me ribbons for my hair when I was to get a spanking. He would keep them in his pocket. I finally told mama not to many years ago. She smiled so sweetly, like, that sounds like him. I’m glad I told her, she was to. Tootsie

  6. i’m a daddy’s girl.. but mom’s are the best. mine is, literally, my best friend. :)

  7. And to think I lived in the same house, I never got ribbons for my hair. Don’t think dad ever spanked me though. Mom did. I can still smell the vicks, then mom pinned a hankie to our nighties to keep them clean. I still do that sometimes. Julie, I always try to be nice to the cashiers, didn’t think of calling them by name though. Will give it a try.

  8. We got the hankie treatment as well! It always felt so good and oddly refreshing to wash it off in the morning.