It’s Not Too Little. It’s Not Too Late.


“The multiplication is not your job. That’s not your responsibility.”

How many times have I stopped myself from doing something, publishing something or giving something, because I thought: O, it’s too late already. 

Or: It’s not enough.

This month, as we leaned into feasting, the words that kept sounding in my heart were this:

You are enough. You have enough.

It’s not too late. It’s not too little.

Give what you have.

There’s a lot of need in our world. We know this. I know it. You know it.

In the same breath, we also know: God intends for needs to be met. Psalm 23 says, The Lord is my Shepherd. I have everything I need

But this week, as I carried the needs in my world, I felt myself flapping, not soaring. I kept looking at the needs of the crowds.

Two weeks ago, we asked you to come alongside our Mercy girls, starved for unconditional love. Rebecca told her story and we shared our Christmas Dream. Donations came in, but not with the gusto I’d hoped. The widget on the sidebar stayed at the same number for days and I waited for an update from Relate Church about the donations coming in online. I felt nervous to ask. On Wednesday night, Rebecca and I had a Skype call, we prayed and we stood in the faith that God knows exactly what is needed.

In my other world at NightShift Street Ministries, another big need came up and on Tuesday I asked the community of my City of Surrey to help Free the Bus.

Then Daniela told me she was writing a piece about the Christmas hampers we are doing at church for the most needy families in our community. A stretch to 200 hampers. Big numbers needed. Another ask. She meant to do it on her blog, but when I read it and as we prayed, we realized: This is a SheLoves post.

Can we ask our tribe for one more thing, Lord? I wondered.

As we prayed the story of the five loaves and two fish came to mind. The little boy who had something and was willing to give it all to Jesus. We realized this was about feeding a crowd of families and God wanted to use this place from which to tell the story of this need.

So we stayed up late and got the post ready.

On Thursday morning, I felt weary; my resources had been depleted. As I was driving the kids to school, I was carrying the needs, seeing the lack of resources and having my eyes fixed on the hungry and hurting multitudes. I was still thinking about the story in John 6.

Then, just as I was about to make a left turn into the campus, I became aware of this:

The multiplication is not your job. That is not your responsibility.

I felt the heaviness slide off my shoulders.

Your job is to bring what you have.  

Miraculous Multiplication = Not. My. Job?

Phew. For a week there, I’d forgotten that.

I’d forgotten that all I have to do is share my lunch with the crowd.

I chewed on that all day:

– About not having my eyes fixed on the need; but keeping my eyes on Jesus, the miraculous multiplyer.

– Not questioning what I have and whether it is enough, but to bring whatever I have.

I can’t help but ask myself: What if the little boy had said, There’s no way my little lunch could feed a whole crowd. Or what if he didn’t value his offering and withheld it? Instead, he simply trusted it to Jesus’ hands.

It’s so humbling and simple, really–this strategy to feed a whole, hungry multitude. All I have to do is bring my lunch.

To bring:

– That which sustains me.

– That which nourishes me.

– That which feeds me.

I don’t have to do everything. I just have to see what’s in my hands. To ask: What will feed me? And if someone from my crowd asks for it, to offer it up, so we may all have enough. Feasts are, after all, about eating together; never alone.


Yesterday afternoon, I got an email about donations that had come in through Relate Church for our Mercy Christmas Project: a whole $750 more! You may have heard my squeal yesterday at 3:10pm. We are not at our goal quite yet, but we also know of more to come. I keep learning: God is so faithful in the multiplying as we each bring our bits.


This wraps up our theme of “FEAST” for this month. Tomorrow we embark on a whole new thematic journey and I would love for you to come along on our adventure into “WITH.”


Image credit: D. Sharon Pruitt

Idelette McVicker
I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale. I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth. My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called–is my fourth baby. I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts. I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at and tweet @idelette.
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  • Amy Hunt

    Yes! This!

    He’s been keeping me at Wonder over what our willingness means to His story. Radical obedience in the prompting. Sacrificial living worship. So profound.

  • I adore you. I am so glad we share such common love for our friend Rebecca and her story- her pounding heart to give as she has been given. Love watching this journey unfold. Thank you for reminding me to keep giving all of what I have- to keep sharing. It is enough. We are enough because He is. I’ve learned to pray not for more but for enough….

  • Thank you, thank you. What a beautiful message to round out November and lead me into December, so freeing and faith-filled.

  • Rebecca

    Yes! Oh, what a relief that Jesus does the multiplying through our giving. Thanks, Idelette.

  • Rebecca

    Yes! Oh, what a relief that Jesus does the multiplying through our giving. Thanks, Idelette.

  • Rebecca

    Yes! Oh, what a relief that Jesus does the multiplying through our giving. Thanks, Idelette.

  • Elizabeth

    I come to this box with meager words for your rich offering. So I humbled say just “beautiful” and “thank you”, Sharing this now …..elizabeth

  • I found a similar theme in the story of the Widow of Nain who is so honest about her lack – she’s gathering sticks to cook a final meal for she and her son and tells elijah she has but a few crumbs of flour and a few drops of oil – she, like the boy with the loaves and fishes, is painfully honest about her lack, yet doesn’t let it keep her from sharing. God has been leading me into this way of life this year, honest about my lack yet willing to share the bits I do have.

  • It’s amazing how God brings common themes into our lives. I was moved to pray this morning for His help during the mundane task of getting myself and my three young kids ready for church–a typically stressful task that ends up with us arriving late. I asked for God to multiply my time (there’s never enough) just as he did the loaves and fishes. I stopped watching the clock and trusted. We actually arrived with a couple minutes to spare! I pray that He continues to provide for SheLoves’ very worthy projects, multiplying not only the financial support, but the prayer you receive.

  • I am just catching up now on my She Loves reading…and this–Idelette, this I wish I had known when I was in ministry…this is beautiful. “multiplication–not my job” words to rest in, words to be freed by! Thank you!

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