What the ego counts as too little becomes limitless the moment it is placed in the hands of love and given away, for scarcity is a belief of the separated mind and not a fact of what truly is. To look up before breaking the bread is to remember the Source from which all supply flows, and to know that nothing given in love is ever diminished by the giving. The little was never the problem; the belief that it must run out was the only lack, and that belief dissolves the instant a mind stops hoarding and begins to share.
What is shared in love multiplies, and what is clutched in fear stays small. A mind that gives from the certainty of abundance discovers it was never poor, and the feast was always waiting in the willingness to hand it on.
Loaves: the seeming little a mind believes it has, made boundless when offered in love rather than clutched in fear.
Fishes: the small supply the ego measures as scarce, shown limitless the moment it is shared instead of hoarded.
Heaven: the Source of all supply the mind looks toward, the remembrance that abundance flows from love and never runs dry.