But God

My fingers can hardly type as fast as my mind can think.

My words become messy and sloppy as I try and get out all that is jumping in my brain.

Two words are ringing truth into my ears as I sit here to type this out before my professor decides its time to start class.

Jehovah Jireh

The Lord will Provide. 

Two words. With an immense amount of power. 

I was once a little girl who's father left her for an addiction. My mother was juggling 3 jobs while trying to put food in our mouths and a roof over our heads. BUT GOD.

He always provided in immeasurable ways. I have seen it since I was 6 years old. And now Im seeing it through my adult eyes. 

A sweet sister of mine is going through what I would call hell on Earth. Her separation from her alcoholic husband has been almost too much to bear. He has attacked her character, finances, and both her and her children's safety. Any normal human would bow down under the attack and melt into pieces. BUT GOD.

Darts of fire from the devil have been flying endlessly. Pressuring my dear friend to surrender, yet she stands as strong as an oak tree. Her leaves may rustle in the attack, but her roots and branches remain firm. She is guarded in the truth of God's word. (Ephesians 6:14)

Today I received news from her that yet another dart has been thrown. This one has been one of the most costly yet. Financially speaking. Trying to come up with a large amount of money in a short amount of time seems impossible to mortal eyes. BUT GOD.

After all the (legal) possibilities of trying to come up with that amount of money we both felt winded. The fire was blazing and almost seeming to overtake. I kept repeating the truth I hold tight in my heart, "Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." (Philippians 4:6)

I was just in the process of attempting to utilize the one resource I had left to try and help with that burden and Jehovah Jireh swept in with a blazing fire of his own. 

She received a text that a person had given nearly all of the amount she needed with the hope of helping a person in need. She was that person in need. She was given that gift. 

We both cried. I on one end, her on the other but both crying out in praise for His never ending faithfulness. There is NO depth to his love for His children. Even as he provides for the birds in the skies, how much more would he do for those created in His own image? (Matthew 6:26)

So here I write. Fingers going a mile a minute. Wanting to jump and shout and fall flat on the floor in reverence. But I am in a lecture hall of about 200, so I say a prayer to God. A prayer of thankfulness for who He is. The God who never fails. Who keeps his promises. Who walks before us and besides us and never leaves us in the fire alone. 

Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.

Ephesians 3:20-21