So. Much. Noise. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed with the cacophony of words and the underlying emotions- pain, anger, defensiveness, bitterness, hopelessness, rage. The extremes crashing against each other, shaking me like rolling thunder. But underneath the lightning bolts and cloud of voices I hear a gentle invitation to be present, to offer what little I have; my five loaves and two little fish. Without Jesus they wouldn’t amount to much, but with His blessing, I pray my simple lunchbox can make a difference to someone. I hesitate to hand it over, cringing at the criticism of my meager offering in this current stormy environment.