Two days later, I was walking down a path in my neighborhood that I seldom had reason to take, but I had parked my car down on the street. Halfway down I found myself turn around and look back to see another, much smaller orange, about 8 feet from the path. I went back to get it and continued on my way. After reaching my destination of the home of a client, I took that small orange and put it into my large coat pocket. God said, "If you take that orange into the house you will have to share it with those 4 children." To which I said, "If I don't feel like sharing it I can just leave it in my pocket." About 15 minutes in their home and I was upstairs playing with the kids so my friend could get ready for the arrival of her midwife. I didn't make a conscious decision to share the orange, I just remember sitting on the end of the bed with this tiny orange in hand, starting to peel it and 4 little drooling, bright eyed faces waiting eagerly as if anticipating a candy delight. I divied out one teeny, tiny slice to each and then 2 to me and another to each and then with one section left, I held it up and asked, "Who should get this one? Me?" To which one of the little boys grabbed the slice, hesitated for any objections, and without any, he quickly put it in his mouth. This was a delightful experience.
Upon leaving their home, God said, "I will use you to feed many."
'Well, that's cool,' I thought.
I am learning I seldom truly understand the interpretation of all God says to me and recently I had the thought of the position I may have in the next life of feeding many. Until now, I just envisioned myself speaking to a rock to become bread and passing it around. Since the death of my husband, I have eternity future frequently in my imagination of possibilities.
All we do here, whether a big or small action, has consequences for loss or blessing with our existence on the new earth.
