I love the stories about people who have trusted God to provide.
For example, there was a man who needed food to feed the children at an orphanage. He told only God of this need and waited. A milk truck broke down in front of the orphanage so the children had milk. A baker baked too much bread so he brought it to the children. Such stories are crazy. Yet since they really happened, they encourage me that I don’t need to share my troubles with others; I can simply ask God and trust Him.
Since I’m still learning this, I often have moments of tears and panic. Yet, I want to share my own tales of how God has provided. Since He’s acted on my behalf before, I know He will do so again. It is a matter of trust and faith. May I never forget so that I am forever thankful for his grace, mercy, and provision!
In my nearly 30 years of marriage, my husband has lost his job twice for extended periods. God has always provided so that our bills got paid, and there was food on the table. During the first layoff in 1999, my husband had gone back to school to earn his second associate’s degree. Because his company had sent his job overseas, they were paying for the education. Because we heated our home with a wood burning furnace, my husband and young sons would make trips out to the woods to cut wood. A nearby farmer had given us permission to clean up some fallen trees. During one of the trips back, our chainsaw was lost. I stood in the baby’s nursery, staring out the window at the cold landscape telling God how upset I was. How were we to cut wood? How were we to heat the house? How were we to replace the saw when we had no income? I didn’t know what we could do so I just cried out to God to help us. The only person we told was the farmer, in case he found it; but we doubted he would since Pat had retraced his path several times, scouring the ditches even. The chainsaw had simply disappeared. A few days later, a stranger appeared with a chainsaw that he said he didn’t want because it was too heavy for him. He didn’t want anything for it. This gift was a much better chainsaw than the one we had lost. With my jaw hanging open in astonishment, I recalled asking the Lord for help. He had answered. I was so thankful and amazed.
More recently, we have had larger than usual medical bills and had lots of car troubles, two of the cars eventually dying within a six-month period, and the family vehicle getting a poor report for lasting much longer. It had taken lots of expensive tests and several doctor visits, then a referral to the local children’s hospital to specialists before our daughter was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. She was seeing the rheumatologist frequently after the diagnosis. Then our son was injured playing football. The first car died. We bought a used car for $1,000. It was Christmas. Our older son graduated from college broke and needing help to move and start out. My stress levels were high. Our younger son was not healing so we took him to see the doctor. After all the tests, including two MRIs, he needed surgery to repair a torn labrum and months of physical therapy and recuperation. I felt overwhelmed with bills. I wasn’t working as I was home schooling our daughters. I started updating my resume and praying about what to do. Feeling sad, I cried out to God asking for direction. What should I do? I fretted for nothing, as God provided us with the money through a raise for my husband at his work. Everything worked out. When I realized how it had come about, I again was in awe and so thankful.
Still the stress continued. After our third son graduated from high school, the second car died. The savings was spent. How were my husband and son supposed to get to work, and how was I to run errands with only one vehicle? Some friends lent us their new car while they were on vacation, and Pat fell in love with it. He did his research. He found a deal that sounded too good to be true. We drove 90 minutes to see this new car and got it for less than the used vehicles we were looking at. A new car with a great warranty and no miles for payments we could afford. It was another miracle.
The van with a bad diagnosis is still running. My husband fixed the oven and washing machine that I feared needed replacing. There are moments that I succumb to fear and worries about how we are going to pay for all this, but then I recall how the Lord has provided. He has always provided. So in the coming year, I hope I will worry less and trust more.
Like in the stories of great men in history who relied on God to provide, so I will step out in faith and wait for my God to work His miracles again for me and my family.
I serve an awesome God. Thank you, Jesus, for everything.
Will you share one of your stories of God’s provision?