Thanksgiving is a season of bounty. When I think of it I picture the oak table at my Grandma’s house overflowing with dressing and rolls and laughter and people. We love seasons of bounty and abundance–but more often than not we experience seasons of limits.
My husband and I were in one of those limiting seasons–we were feeling stressed and stretched thin financially, working super hard to pay off our last bit of debt and stick to our pre-planned budget.
I sighed remorsefully as I clicked “X” on an order for a new skincare product, sent an “I can’t right now message” to a friend asking us out, and closed the browser where I had been scrolling Pottery Barn, dreaming of new furniture.
“If you could just test me with riches, God, I’m sure I could handle it well.” I joked aloud.
But on the other side of my laughter was the truth–I worry about money. Not like “Where are we going to eat worry” but more like “can we eat Chick-Fil-A this week worry?”
The sting of the limit hurt.
About a week later a message popped up in my Instagram inbox “You’ve won the signature sectional!” I had won a giant, beautiful sectional in a giveaway I randomly entered.
Unbelievable, right? I can still hardly believe it actually happened to us.
I don’t think God is in the business of rigging Instagram giveaways, He’s definitely not a genie-in-a-bottle.
But He is exceedingly kind.
And in a God-flex moment He wanted to remind me– my limits aren’t His limits.
This reminds me of another God-flex story– the time Jesus fed a crowd of thousands with just a couple fish and pieces of bread. Jesus is teaching in a solitary place, and a great crowd has amassed to hear him–but they’re waaaay out there and there’s nothing to eat.
All the disciples could see were their limits. All they could see was their financial limits, the physical limits of five loaves of bread and two small fish. They had done the math and it didn’t add up.
But they forgot to add Jesus to the equation.
“Tell everyone to sit down,” Jesus said. So they all sat down on the grassy slopes. (The men alone numbered about 5,000.)
Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks to God, and distributed them to the people. Afterward he did the same with the fish. And they all ate as much as they wanted. After everyone was full, Jesus told his disciples, “Now gather the leftovers, so that nothing is wasted.” So they picked up the pieces and filled twelve baskets with scraps left by the people who had eaten from the five barley loaves. -John 6:10-13 NLT
The limits were true then, and our limits are true today too.
But God is so much bigger than our limits.
We have all in some way felt the sting of our limits. You may feel limited by your body. You may feel limited by your mental health–you’d love to be a person who didn’t struggle with anxiety or depression. You may feel limited by your relationship status. You may feel limited by your bank account.
But God. God can do limitless things within your limits. Where you see a packed lunch for one, God sees a feast for a multitude, with leftovers worthy of a Thanksgiving dinner.
I love that God includes that detail–there wasn’t just enough, there was an abundance! Everyone ate until they were push back from the Thanksgiving table, get the stretchy pants, can’t eat another bite FULL.
I don’t know how God will choose to meet you in your limits today friend. It may be with an abundance of grace, an abundance of friendship, an abundance of laughter, an abundance of peace or an abundance of dark meat turkey–but He is always meeting the needs of His children. And I’m so thankful.
My husband and I wrote a song together about limiting seasons too! It’s called Limitless and you can check it out here.