Without welcome, the alarm pierced the silence. I needed a cup of Java and Jehovah Jireh.
Eeking out of bed one limb at a time, I grudgingly padded over to turn off the alarm clock. Usually, its piercing would have directed me immediately to the shower, but that day, I turned back around, flopped into bed, and thought, Just for a minute …
My momentary slumber broke with a tiny tap and a, “Mommy, what is going on here?” My six-year-old, wholly unimpressed with my snoozing, stared me down until I relented with, “I’m up. I’m up!”
I dragged myself into the shower, to the kitchen, and from my car to the front door of my office—an office that looked a whole lot like a coffee shop.
The moment the smell of percolating heaven hit me, I realized just how beautiful a cup of coffee would be, but alas, it was not in the budget. So, I sat and stewed and found myself a whole heap of resentful. In fact, so ridiculously so, I had to put on my big girl pants and embrace a harsh reality.
I tend to live happily in a world that embraces a warped sense of provision. Provision is what we want and what comforts us—instead of what makes us holy. And that is where I found myself, hopelessly off the mark.
When God is named Jehovah Jireh, the God who provides, the name speaks to His holiness. Just as it also speaks to how He provides rather than His bending to my want. His provision is through His Son, not through the perfect job, house, or cup of joe.
In many ways, we lose our perspective on provision when we have more than we need. It is why those who have little can dance and laugh and show joy amid nothing. And it is why we gripe, moan, and wring our hands when we have everything.
But it is also why we can turn from the world’s definition of abundance and embrace a joy that comes from the God of the universe loving us. As we go, we should remember that we had nothing, that He gave us everything, and that He provides the perfect way to our eternal home.
How has God’s abundance met you today?
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Sara Cormany loves to see the grace of God in the messiest of life. She is wife to one sweet guy and mom to four messy, beautiful kids. And while most of her journey has been written through the lens of chronic and life-threatening illness, Sara is living proof a hard story can still be a good story. Connect with her on Facebook, Instagram, or www.saracormany.com.