Lord, My Provider!
When all you can do is call out to your Jahovah-jire, Lord, My Provider
I think this week might be about God’s provision for His children. As I read yesterday’s blog message, I am almost sure of it. The Lord, My Provider reigns.
Such a bold statement but those who obey the Word of the Lord know it to be true. He loves His children and like any loving parent, He wants to provide all we need. NOT just monetarily but emotionally, physically, and spiritually. He knows what we need before we ask. He is just waiting for us to make the request.
We get so caught up in what we need, but don’t have, that we forget one important detail. We Must Ask! Ask, let our request be made known, and then let God handle it. Don’t worry about when it will come or how it will come. God’s got this!
Here’s a little story (this is Tuesday Testimonies, right?)
Back in 2005, I was caring for our 2 yr old and a 1 yr old boys while my darling husband drove a semi truck back and forth across the nation. The company he hired into made many empty promises and we found ourselves at the bottom of the barrel. A rather large barrel.
One Sunday morning, while sitting in the back pew of the church, I was ready to skip giving my tithe as I only had $20 left. I knew our account was at a negative balance (no one else knew) and I had yet to get groceries. My husband had not been paid in 3 weeks and the bills were mounting. Something pricked in my spirit and I didn’t like the pain it offered. I was about to rob God of His portion and tell Him I didn’t trust His hand in my life.
“Put the $20 in,” it seemed to say.
I held the money in one hand while I rocked my one-year-old in the other. Tears on the verge of falling. It was a war I didn’t want to fight, but I didn’t know any other way. I typically would consult with my husband first but he was sleeping in a truck spot in California (I think).
I looked at the money and said to myself, “Lord, do Your thing. I trust You.” And I put it in the plate before I changed my mind.
The service ended and I was rather anxious about my decision. I knew the right things to do, but it didn’t mean I was in a place that it was a piece of cake to obey.
I hugged and chatted with people and went to the janitor’s closet (I was a volunteer janitor for the church at the time) to check supplies so I could make a list for the secretary. On a little clipboard on the wall was a rather thick envelope with my and my husband’s name on it. I don’t know who it came from, I really didn’t care even though I suspected my grandmother. (Much of my family attended this church at the time.) Inside was $200 in cash!!
I kept it together until I got out to the car, forgetting to leave any lists, and bawled like there was no tomorrow. I called my husband, not carrying if he was asleep or not. I told him what happened. I could tell he became misty eyed as well. He told me to “Stock the house”. Then he said he had been informed the check for his work would be in the account the next day.
God did what He said he would do. I was obedient and He took care of our needs. He didn’t just take care of our finances, but the little miracle set the path for both my husband and me to remain faithful in our tithes as well as heal our wounded hearts.
Now, yes, since then, we have come into other moments of financial troubles but our faithfulness has never faltered. Because of our willingness to trust in His will for us, He has blessed us beyond what we could ever hope for. Our needs have ALWAYS been met and we relish in the times of plenty.
Let me encourage you, dear readers, to remain faithful and obedient in what ever it is God requests of you. The sacrifice may hurt, but the reward is so much sweeter.