Last Wednesday, the youth group at our church was in charge of delivering the meal before our Lenten service.  Our oldest daughter is a part of that youth group.  And since I’ve got the background and experience in feeding hoards of people, I took the bull by the horns and volunteered to rally the troops (and their parents) and get the great feedbag set up.

I asked my husband to make us fresh, homemade bread … while I prepared and put together Taco Soup. 

The significance of the bread took my breath away …

We were able to follow in Jesus’ footsteps and provide bread for our congregation.  What joy!  What a glorious God we have, to have given us the opportunity to feed those who have fed us before.  How trusting He is to give us the means and talent to feed our brothers and sisters in Christ. 

We didn’t do  it alone and had wonderful youth and parents who helped out.  I was touched by the entire feast, and by the small part that we played in a small part of our lives and in the lives of others.