Luke 12:31 (TLB) “He will always give you all you need from day to day if you will make the Kingdom of God your primary concern. So don’t be afraid, little flock. For it gives your Father great happiness to give you the Kingdom.”
That section of Luke 12 and the 9 verses before it talk specifically about the fruitlessness of worrying. It talks of how God has provided for all of creation and that worrying doesn’t help our situations out at all.
Well, I am a worrier. I always have been, but I’m trying really hard not to let it carry on into my future. My family has been given the opportunity, once again, to exercise having complete trust in the Father, to rely on His flawless character and perfect track record of faithfulness in our lives. You might read that sentence and think it sounds like I’ve got this covered; that I use the word ‘opportunity’ like it’s an exciting adventure. You would be wrong.
There is definitely a part of me that is greatly anticipating the Father’s next move. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He has ordained the circumstances and that He has something better, but there is the human side of me as well that can’t see what the heck He’s doing.
We have been through this before, in more dire circumstances, actually. Our faith has been put to the test countless times and every time the Lord has just blown our minds with His goodness and His provision. I can always look back and see where He’s led us out of the wilderness, and it is because of all of those other times that I can stand tall this time and say, “My God will supply all my needs.” I believe it, 100%. But I’m still human. 100% human and I still get scared and I get overwhelmed and I think, “Oh crap, what’s going to happen when . . . ”
Julie, trust me.
(He always speaks in bold)
“Oooooh right. Okay. Sorry, God, I forgot again. I trust you. It’s by your hand that we live and move and . . . okay. Right. *deep breath*” Then ten minutes later we run the cycle again. There is a lot of deep breathing going on in my life right now.
This morning while I was having my quiet time with the Lord and my french press, I wrote this:
I was simply asking the Lord to give us a beacon of hope today.
My mom loves plants, and she was really good at taking care of them. I have not inherited her green thumb and have struggled to keep two very resilient Peace Lily plants alive. I purchased the first one with some birthday money about 3 years ago and received the 2nd as a housewarming gift when we moved to Fort Worth. The first one has given me 2 flowers since I bought it, and they were both practically dead before they really opened up, the second plant hasn’t flowered since I received it.
I have this memory of my mom on her first Sunday as Pastor of a fellowship in Canada: She had a plant that had promised beautiful flowers when she purchased it. I think she had had it for about five years or so, and it had never flowered (she’s going to read this so Mom, if I’m wrong on the time frame, you can correct me.). On that Sunday morning, she woke up and walked into the living room and saw the very first flower on that plant, and for her it was a promise, a gift, a confirmation from the Lord. I have always remembered that day because of that flower, and how excited she was that it appeared for her.
I have hemmed and hawed about the fact that my Peace Lilies won’t flower. I love lilies, especially of the calla nature, that’s why I bought the dang plant. Well, I prayed what I prayed this morning and then as I was getting ready to take my youngest to school, I walked past the dining room and saw this:
Because of the precious memory I have of my mom’s special day and her promise from the Lord, I’m receiving this Peace lily today for what it stands for. Peace. And with peace comes the ability to hope. My hope is you, Lord. I don’t trust in man for my needs, I trust in you.