The boat scraped hard against the sand and rocky shore. They suddenly jerked to a stop, which flung John forward. He grabbed the side of the boat to keep from falling, and then hoisted himself over the side.
His stomach roared. Shaking his head, he tried to put the fact that his stomach was trying to eat his insides out of his mind.
Jesus was here, and that's all that should matter.
Peter and Jesus were hugging further up the shore, and John was flanked on either side as he and the other disciples started running towards Jesus. Soon they had him surrounded. Everyone talked and tried to hug Jesus at once. Jesus smiled and talked with them, and John felt like his heart was full.
The smell of fish frying filled his nose.
Where was that smell coming from?
That's when John saw a fire. Jesus started to lead them towards the fire. There was already fish laid out on it. There was also bread ready and waiting.
His stomach roared again, and Jesus threw him a grin. It didn't matter where it had come from, because yet again, Jesus had seen their-his-need, and provided for it.
Based on John 21:8-9
"The other disciples came in the boat, dragging the net full of fish, for they were not far from the land, but about a hundred yards off. When they got out on land, they saw a charcoal fire in place, with fish laid out on it, and bread." John 21:8-9
So as I was writing my last blog about Peter pulling the 153 fish, a thought hit me.
Where did the fish that Jesus had cooking on the fire and the bread come from??? Did Jesus go fishing before them? Does He just come equipped with food? Did God just make it appear?
Does it really matter?
No, it doesn't.
Because He knew they were weary. He knew they were out all night. He knew they hadn't had any luck. He knew they were hungry.
So He provided.
"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28
Just like Jesus knew the disciples needed the smells of their mama's home cooking, He knows exactly what you need, too. And He will provide.
Ain't nothing like a fish fry to tell you that Jesus will make sure every little thing will be all right.
V. Joy Palmer