Like a bone in the soup.

Could it be that you’re here just for your flavour.

It might just be that you’re not here to supply the meat. You might not be here to supply the heavy feed.

Just the flavour.
Just the essence of your presence, invites my flavour into the meal.

Just your presence, brings my presence to the present.

Flavours of my good word. Flavours of my glory, flavours of my love and faithfulness.

Could it be that you are just the bone, 🦴 just the bare bones you enter, just the bare bones of you graze the situation. You momentarily graze their circumstance.

But the flavour. Oh the flavour.
Their mouths will water when they smell it.
They will crave the meat they don’t have.
They will want me.

Come my bones, come my ones who feel dead and useless, come my ones who feel broken.

I can use, even the barest of bones to flavour the soups of souls.

Judges 15:15

¹⁵ Then he found the jawbone of a recently killed donkey. He picked it up and killed 1,000 Philistines with it.

🙌🙌 A bone from a donkey, 🫏 who holds the king on high, a donkey who lifts up the king. Yet a single bone, when used in Gods hands has the power to annihilate 1000 of the enemy, how powerful is your presence around those people, how mighty are you prayers in that situation.

I wonder, when we hear the account of our lives, will he say, my child, “l used you to destruct 1000 of the enemies plans.”