Leaving that place, Jesus withdrew to the region of Tyre and Sidon. A Canaanite woman from that vicinity came to him, crying out, “Lord, Son of David, have mercy on me! My daughter is suffering terribly from demon-possession.”
Jesus did not answer a word. So his disciples came to him and urged him, “Send her away, for she keeps crying out after us.”
He answered, “I was sent only to the lost sheep of Israel.”
The woman came and knelt before him. “Lord, help me!” she said.
He replied, “It is not right to take the children’s bread and toss it to their dogs.”
“Yes, Lord,” she said, “but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.”
So often I feel like the Canaanite woman in regards to my friendships: so particular am I in choosing my friends, and so fiercely do I love them (the handful of friends I have here in Shawnee I proudly claim as “family”), that I will take what I can get. I love them so much that I will take even the crumbs that fall from their table. I hope for more, I desire more, but if that is all they can offer, I will gladly take it.