Crumbs

I'm at an outdoor cafe, and I look down to see a little family of mice emerge from the cracks in the sidewalk and nearby door frame. 

They know it's lunchtime. One mouse is the size of a tiny spool of thread. She comes boldly for the crumbs. 

I had just returned from hearing how in the gospels we see spiritually starving people seeking crumbs from Jesus and knowing if they just touch the threads of his garment, they will find healing for more than they knew to ask. 

The little mouse comes boldly for her crumbs today.