Year End Crumbs

My husband says, “Weeds again?” as I toss a baby lettuce and field-greens salad.

A little perturbed, but I smile looking into the bowl.

He’s right. These ARE weeds. Someone has masterfully packaged things that I’d otherwise yank from the earth with my purple gloved hands and toss into the yard-bin. Now I toss them—bare handed—with a yummy honey-lemon-poppyseed dressing.

Still smiling I’m thinking—who does this stuff? Who thought to package these—weeds. Genius.

And who thought of eating an artichoke—the FIRST time? Or pineapple? So many prickly impossible exteriors to get past. Who knew the heart was fleshy and delicious? And who dared to consider caviar a delicacy? (something to which I’ve never touched—because I think the same thing is dyed red and sold in Tackle/Bait Shops). But there are those that pay many-a-dollar for a little tin of the stuff. And least I forget the mastermind who figured out Jell-O from the rotting and melting down of flesh and bone. I’m so sorry if you didn’t know about this (here’s a link to confirm the horror)—but you need to know because it proves a point.

The point is greater than turning lemons into lemonade. In fact it’s something we shouldn’t forget about life’s circumstances and the quirks in each other. And this is the point: GOD LEAVES NO CRUMBS.

The first time I ever heard this phrase… Well the truth is, one night I woke up and this phrase was fresh in my mind. I wrote it down on the paper that dutifully rest on my nightstand. The next morning I looked to see what I had written—because I often forget my nighttime notes. Written in chicken-scratch it read, “don’t forget—God leaves no crumbs.”

I had never heard that before—even used my buddy, Google, to see whose thoughts I’d plagiarized. I discovered nothing. OMGosh I had an “original” thought?! Ah, a rare treasure indeed.

Since then it’s a phrase I’ve come to love. I rewrite it in journals. And often tell it to clients. Because it’s undeniable Truth. Not one bit of life, circumstance, or result is wasted when it comes to the big giant plan. All the things we see as waste or useless have…use. There are simply no crumbs when the crumbs are placed in the right hands and we stop thinking about how crumb-y things seem.

Look, I’ll show you in real life:
~ A fight between partners or friends—when worked through leads to greater understanding and intimacy.
~ A job lost—provides a moment to regroup and consider following a passion that was swept under the rug.
~ Financial loss, struggle, and fear—can lead to becoming better stewards with resources and money.
~ A health scare—often finds its recipient seeking a better lifestyle with healthy eating and exercise habits.
~ Someone’s trash—becomes and artist’s treasure.

These are just mine—and yours. There are more things I haven’t had to face that others with more courage and faith have. And there are plenty of everyday examples as simple as a compost bin and fertilizer that prove the point. In fact the other day I saw “garden statues” made out of cow poop. Yeah, that’s right—a pile of poop—cleverly called a Dung Bunny sells for $9.95.

From our serious sin, quirks, trials, to the less severe Dung Bunnies, and a triple-washed bag of weeds—there truly are no crumbs.

Shoving Sunshine
I know, I do. It’s not always an easy fact to accept—especially when you are standing knee-deep in a fresh dung pile. No one could have convinced me that events and hardships over the last year (or two) had value. But as I end this year journaling/listing accomplishments, miracles, God-winks, and “in-hindsight” moments when it’s clear something greater was going on, I can see that most of the crumbs have been used for a new thing. A good thing. And it restores my hope and faith that the remaining crumbs have a purpose that I’m not even smart enough to figure out. But “Someone” will—and that really is a very good thing.

So, for you?
How about scribbling down your list of the gifts you’ve been given by transformed crumbs. There are always plenty of crumbs—this year seemed to be exceptionally crumb-y for many—but you can trust that God leaves NO crumbs. Even yours. I know that’s hard to see now, but just give it time and reflect today on those things you never expected to turn out okay.

“But like your Daddy said, ‘The same sun that melts the wax can harden clay. And the same rain that drowns the rat will grow the hay, and the Mighty Wind that knocks us down if we lean into it—will drive our fears away.’ ” ~ Amy Grant, Album: Heart In Motion, Song: How Can We See That Far

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10 thoughts on “Year End Crumbs

  1. Crumbs . . . that is an excellent reflection on gifts. There are some crumbs under my table that I need to collect up and do something with. The Amy Grant quote did it for me. Thank you.

    • Thanks David – you’re a fellow fan of Amy too (right)? And yeah it is a good song. Anyways, I hope your New Year is blessed and the crumbs are used for things greater than… you ever knew 😀

  2. Awesome end-of-year musings Sherry! I have indeed experience alot of the crumbs you mention, and there is INDEED “Honey from the rocks-(Psalms 81:16)” Thank you for your(as always) insightful posts.

  3. Awesome post!! So perfect to end the year on and reflect………..
    Thanks for another year of inspiration and lessons you have given me through your writing – I’m forever grateful.

    And love the new look – even better from my computer screen than from my iPhone. 🙂

  4. Ok. That was really good. And perfect timing. Even though this is a year end themed post something tells me it’s going to stick throughout the year. I’m writing it down, printing it out…all of it. I need to remember. Thanks friend.

    • You are welcome! And maybe…every time you see a crumb, you’ll be reminded. Crumbs are not disregarded, they hold far more than we could ever know. I hope your new year has crumbs turning into an amazing delicious crumb cake that feeds you, your family, and others.

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