Daily Bread

They were discussing among themselves that they did not have any bread.

Mark 8:16

They had just come from watching Jesus feed the multitudes with a handful of bread and fish.  They had collected baskets of leftovers.  They had listened to him preach to the crowds and watched him battle with Pharisees.  

And they were worried that they only had one loaf of bread in the boat with them.

It doesn't seem to be a particularly long trip they had planned.  It doesn't even say that they were hungry yet. They just knew they would be in the future.  They focused on the resource in their hands, to solve a problem that didn't yet exist. 

Did they turn to Jesus, watching from the side of the boat?  Did they ask him what to do?  Or did they nervously whisper their worries as they eyed the single loaf, sensing the frustration he must surely feel at their fears?

He doesn't appear to have given them the bread they didn't really need at that point.  He just asked them to recite back to him the details of his past miracles and gave them time to think.

The horizon is clouded with jostling problems that might occur some day.  The wake behind me awash in the blessings of constant provision.  And Jesus rests calmly in the bobbing boat, waiting for me to remember, to trust, to focus on what really matters.