Leftover

And when the leftover fragments were picked up, they filled twelve wicker baskets. Luke 9:17b

He caught my eye. Correction. He and he caught my eye. A father and his son. They were sitting in front of the church with the rest of their family but they were seated together. It was very obvious why. He has to look after him. He has to take care of him. He has to keep him steady in a solemn ceremony. The son waves his hands almost each second. The father reaches for those busy hands each second. The son was inching right and left each second. The father keeps him glued each second. The boy, as I saw, was differently abled. Yet, the father does not treat him differently.

Some might have left the son at home. Some might have sent his son to a nursing home or a shelter. Some might have left the son in a quiet street one night. Some might have given up the son. But in this case, the father did not leave his son. He still is his father's son. If you think the son is a leftover, then the father's life is filled up with his son's.

Just like the leftover bread and fishes which filled the baskets. Maybe some of the best of these filled the stomachs of the crowd and the disciples. Maybe the top were picked and the bottom were left.

Are you not among the best? Does your life hit bottom? Are you one of the leftovers? The Father does not look at you differently. He sees you as one of His precious beloved kids. He looks after you. He takes care of you. He keeps you steady. He watches over you. He puts you in the right place. When your heart and hands wander, He holds you tight. The Father does not leave you. He will take you with Him anytime to anywhere.

The Father's heart is filled and it is filled with you.