God’s Hand, 2
I confess, I come home from the grocery frustrated. Shelves offer gaping spaces where goods should be. Supplies are sporadic and unpredictable. Prices seem to increase weekly. Not only is it frustrating, it’s a little scary. Where, when will it stop?
Before the vortex of worry sucks me in, my pampered American self has a little talk, reminding me of the abundance in our country and the dire needs in other lands.
I’m justly chastised, but my self-talk continues. When have I ever gone to bed hungry? When has there literally been nothing in my cupboards? When was my wallet too empty to purchase food?
“Okay, I get it. I’m sorry.” But the voice goes on. I’m rightly reminded that my provision isn’t dependent on the economy, trucking troubles, or farmers’ fields. My Provider gives me all I need, just as He always has.
So I determine to gather my groceries with gratitude, ignore what is not available, and be thankful I can pay for what’s in my cart. If the situation worsens, if tragedy strikes and the unthinkable happens—America actually goes hungry—I trust I will still look to God with confidence and expectation.
All creatures look to you to give them their food at the proper time.
When you give it to them, they gather it up;
when you open your hand, they are satisfied with good things. Psalm 104:27-28
God is my Provider… I will be satisfied… and it will be good.
BARBARA HIGBY 