The Bread That Never Runs Out

The house is quiet now, but your stomach still aches with the memory of pretending you weren't hungry. You watched them eat the last bite while you smiled, hiding the hollow feeling so they wouldn't carry the weight of your sacrifice.

There is a father who saw his son coming home from a long way off, hungry and empty, and before any apology could be spoken, he ran to fill him. That same love sees you in this quiet kitchen.

It knows you gave everything until there was nothing left for you. But listen — the light within you was not diminished by your giving.

It cannot be starved. It is the bread that breaks and multiplies, never running out no matter how much you offer.

You do not have to pretend to be full anymore. The One who fed the thousands is already inside you, and He is not tired of giving.

You are the vessel, not the source. Rest now, knowing you are held by the very hunger you tried to hide.