Friday, August 1, 2014

The Intangibles

Yesterday I posted about God’s provision in my early years with Him. His miraculous provision encompassed more than finances, but often they were the need through which He showed Himself loving and present.

Now my need is for wisdom, for grace, for understanding, for love that is bigger than my own.

I need to remember the many things I’ve been released from as I struggle through some deep disappointments and fears.

Money is simply training ground for true riches - those intangible things in the here and now that really will last forever - that’s what I’m living for, believing for, waiting on.

Now is my chance to bring that exclamation of marvel from my Father’s heart. I choose to trust Him. I choose to believe that when it looks like He’s sound asleep, He is still in control, ready to calm the waves and wind with just one word.

I’m believing that when my heart hits a wall, he’s here to help me walk through it. His hand is open and outstretched, and when I don’t have the strength to hang on to Him, He’s got me.

And He’s got you, too. We are in this together.

Remembering

In the early 80’s, I remember praying and telling God with tears that it was hard for me to spend the little money I had on toiletries. (To give you an idea, my tithe was $1.73!) I asked Him to please help me with this and then forgot about it, not telling anyone. Not long after, I received a box in the mail from my mother, filled with shampoo, conditioner, and lotion samples that she and my dad had acquired in their travels. I was blown away - so small and yet so huge!

On the morning of a doctor’s appointment, I found $20 in my shoes. (This happened several times.)

One time, while traveling, my alarm clock broke. After a concert I had performed somewhere in CA, a woman I had attempted to share Christ with on an airplane months before, came to hear us sing. She came to the concert and afterward handed me a small box, wrapped up in pretty paper. You guessed it: an alarm clock!

These are the “small” things, but they are just as significant as the much needed “ram in the thicket” gifts that came unexpectedly when needed. (Like the desperately needed $5000 that came from a church I'd never been to.)

The wonderful part of all this is that He hasn’t changed, He continues to provide grace and strength for each day, one day at a time. I have learned that one day is all that I can handle, anyway.

Remembering Him and all that He does is hydrating to the heart.