How often it seems that the more I desire to grow the further away I feel. At times I am left wondering, “Lord where are you?” “Where is this wonderful spirit-filled life I have been so disirous of?”
Have you found yourself there?
I keep thinking of, in everthing give thanks. It was one of those days when I felt so discouraged because of circumstances going on in my life it seemed my Lord was so distant. I felt as though all my Lord was giving me was meager portions, crumbs.
Then in awe it hit me, how unappreciative I had been. My heart blushed within in me with shame as I pondered the verses I have so grown to love found in Matthew 15:21-28.
How ungrateful I had been with, yes, the little my Lord was giving me, how could I expect my Lord to give me more? I mused on these scriptures and looking toward heaven I said, “Lord if it is crumbs I get then I will humbly adore you, for I am unworthy.”
That evening those crumbs of mercy from my Lord drew out sponteneous thoughts of joy and thanksgiving found in the following poem:
Crumbs from the Master’s Table
Oh, for the crumbs that fall from the Master’s table,
Oh for just a little taste of His love to savor,
I am not worthy of the least of His mercies,
Yet in all He still prepares a table for me,
In His presence I am not worthy of being,
Yet in is grace forever I am abiding.
Oh, for the crumbs that fall from the Master’s table,
In His sacrifice and everlasting love I am able,
To be nourished and filled,
Going forward to do His will,
It is often a wonder,
How little crumbs could do such,
To a life so broken,
Unable to offer my Lord much,
Oh, for the crumbs that fall from the Master’s table,
To look up and see the face of my Saviour.
-Ann Moore (LBTFjournal)
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Oh to be at my Saviour’s feet receiving every little thing He has to offer.
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