By November 2025 my cupboards were thin...no FoodShare this month, just rice and a few cans. I wanted to hide, to ration in silence. But I thought of the boy who gave Jesus five loaves and two fish. He didn’t wait until he had plenty...he gave while it still looked like nothing. So I carried two cans of soup to a sister who’d lost her job. She cried, hugged me, and pressed a bag of potatoes into my hands. Walking home, I felt lighter than I had in weeks. That night I ate better than I expected, but more than that...I tasted hope. The lesson: Jehovah does not fill clenched fists. He fills open ones. Fear tells me to guard what little I have, but faith dares me to release it. And when I did, the emptiness shifted. My shelf was sparse, but my heart was full, and my table wasn't bare. The quickest way to starve is to hoard; the surest way to be fed is to give. Holding back makes the shelf look emptier. Giving, even when it hurts, fills it..with food, with faith, with courage for tomorrow.