Twice a day for the last two weeks, I go to brush my teeth and I think, Sheesh! I gotta go buy some more toothpaste. But there is food in the house so I don't need to go grocery shopping and I have a whole list of things to buy at Boots the Chemist that I don't want to purchase until after payday, so I think, Please God, let there be enough for one more brushing.
And lo, the Lord has HEARD my silent prayer, and each time I squeeze the empty, flat tube I get just enough for a sparkling clean mouth.
Loaves. Fishes. Toothpaste.
He is a generous God.