Through the lens of Woman

The manna fell. But somebody had to gather it.

In ancient Israelite households, much of that daily gathering would have fallen to the women. Up early. Out to the camp’s edge. Picking up the bread the Father had laid out overnight. Carrying it back to the tent. Preparing it for the family. Every morning. For forty years.

This is the daily, faithful, repeated, unseen work that women have done for the people of God since the wilderness. The bread did not feed the family by falling out of the sky. It fed the family because the women got up and gathered it.

The Father supplied. The women carried.

If you are a woman whose work in your home, your church, your friendships, your community is mostly daily, faithful, repeated, and largely unseen — that work is the manna becoming bread. The Father supplies. You carry. The two work together. The family gets fed.

One small thing today: in whatever daily, faithful, repeated thing you are about to do, see it as gathering manna. The Father provides; I carry. Honor the work. He sees the gathering even when no one else does.