Before We Even Finish Speaking: God’s Daily Delightful, Abundant & Exciting Provision

I was reading in Genesis this week about Abraham sending his servant to fetch a wife for his beloved son, Isaac. The servant seemed apprehensive about this project and when he arrived at Abraham’s hometown, he got off his camel and started to pray. He asked God for his help and provision in finding a wife for his master’s son. Genesis 24:15 says that before he had even finished speaking, God had already in an amazing string of events, brought Rebekah to the exact location where he was waiting.

God is beyond amazing like that! I love watching for the ways he blesses us precisely, sometimes before we even finish praying.

I’ll be the first to admit that I may not always be as persistent in my prayers as God has called me to be. I might be lazy or distracted and shamefully may even “forget” to ask him for his provision for myself or those I love. He has been so patient with me in this and consistently sends me reminders of his love and care. I, in my unworthiness do not deserve any of his goodness or lavish gifts. But, He is faithful. I have been deeply convicted lately about one of our biggest jobs being to share his faithfulness with the generations around us. Our stories of His faithful provision shine a light brightly on His desire for relationship with us and the lost world around us.

I was thinking about one of my earliest adult memories of His provision that showed his care for even the smallest desire in my heart. I was newly graduated from high school and had just entered the work force. It was time to purchase a car of my own, so in the way my parents had taught me, I began to pray. I remember distinctly as I ended one of the first prayers about this, asking God if He wouldn’t mind looking our for a car in my very favorite color – burgundy. Soon after, an ad showed up in the local paper. I eagerly called the number which ended up being a local youth pastor who I knew, and could trust! As I asked questions about the car, everything fell into place. At the end of the conversation, I suddenly remembered to ask about the color. There was a pause, then the answer came. “Well it’s kind of reddish like maybe burgundy….” God, in his generosity saw fit to answer not only the prayers for a dependable car, but gifted it to me in my very favorite color as well.

Now as the middle aged me, He has been showing up in fresh ways that are catching my attention pretty much daily. I am on a path to financial freedom and have been seeing Him intentionally answer in this journey as well. A few weeks ago, I felt a nudge to get busy on my fall lotion stock. (yup I did not intend to be the lotion lady, but here I am.) I analyzed my budget and didn’t think I was quite ready to make the needed supplies purchases when I felt a quiet prompting in my heart. “Dorothy, don’t you think I can sell the needed lotions so you have the funds you need to make more? Can you trust me with this?” I remember feeling a little embarrassed and sheepishly answered “of course!” and named a needed dollar amount. Would you know, with in 3 days God had sold almost double what was needed!

These are just two examples of God’s faithfulness to me, but His daily gifts to each of us are innumerable really. As I have been more mindful in listening, I celebrate his faithful appearances in the lives of my loved ones as well. In the not to distant past, he provided a tree branch to grab onto for someone who was falling down a cliff (literally). His provision for another friend whose need for physical help for projects around her home was miraculous in that HE provided before she even asked out loud. HE provided the exact kind of medical staff in a third world country (not just general but precise) for a missionary friend’s health needs. While these are not my stories to share, HE gets the credit. God is beyond amazing and deserves every ounce of praise we can muster! He is good!

Psalm 89:1I will sing of the Lord’s great love forever. With my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through all generations.

Finding Rest in a Restless World

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28 NIV

Those who know me well will tell you I don’t rest well. I may be a great sleeper, but sitting at rest is challenging for my ever wandering mind. There are always chores to do, people to feed or loved ones needing time and attention. Over the past years, however, God has shown me over and over that he desires my resting time as much as he needs me to do the busy things he has created me to do. So, I am making efforts to carve out times to just sit and be still.

For me, being restless hasn’t just been the actual physical busy I find myself consumed with, but also the busy in my soul and mind. Last week after Kali left, I found myself in a new and very unknown stage where I was not familiar with the emotions or the ways my mind would run. I couldn’t understand the tightening in my chest, or the way that tears would constantly show up in unexpected spaces. I know some of that is indeed the changing of seasons but I found something else tucked quietly behind one of those walls in my brain that provided a big ah-ha moment.

One day as I was putting something away in Kali’s room, it was as if I heard a quiet voice saying “she’s not dead…she just grew up. Duh! All of a sudden it hit me. My body was processing and equating this season with Abby’s leaving. Now the way my chest constricted made sense. I had felt these things in very real and painful ways before. My brain knew about those and so that is the path it took. I was able to verbalize my realization with a dear praying friend who validated what I was feeling. It felt good just saying it out loud and God used those moments to bring my heart to peace. I am so thankful for our sweet Father, who blesses us with all the parts and pieces we need to find true rest in Him. He is good.

**Completely on a side note here! Not a paid promotion! If you need God honoring Biblical based help in this area of the power of the brain, my friend, Iva has been a great resource to me personally in this area!

**Photo compliments of my Kali from her Costa Rican travels.

Impossible Possibility

Recently something happened in my day that gave me a flashback to some pretty scary moments that happened over two decades ago. Lowell & I were serving as missionaries in Haiti where we lived close to the beautiful Caribbean, far out in the boondocks away from the civilized world we were used to here at home. Electricity came and went and warm showers were a treat. Mostly we enjoyed the beautiful countryside, learning another language, rice, beans and goat from the roadside stand, and year around sunshine.

We had been there several months when I got super sick with what ended up being malaria. Lowell had gone out into the fields to help on a project, leaving me alone. I knew I was pretty sick and when the thermometer beeped at 103.8 I knew I had to get help as nothing I was doing to help myself was working. With blurred vision, I wobbled out to the closest working truck and climbed in praying that God would let me find Lowell. I don’t remember a lot of the rest of that day. I just knew I was ever so cold from the air conditioner blasting on me as Lowell and our mission director, Leon bounced me along the almost impassable road on what normally was a 3 hour trip to the closest American doctor and his mission hospital. My tongue refused to cooperate when Lowell asked me questions. I was trapped alone in my head which was throbbing with pain unlike I had ever experienced before. I do remember telling Lowell that if I died, I didn’t want to be buried in Haiti. He struggled to understand what I was saying and kept trying to yank whatever covers I could secure away from my tight grasp. As we bumped along, the words from a song I knew and loved ran through my mind….”God likes to work when nothing else will. God likes to work when your back’s to the wall. When faith’s in the balance and you’re just about to fall…. They’ll be no mistaking when he blesses and heals….God likes to work when nothing else will.” They tell me I actually was humming in my delirium and it makes sense because even though all else is fuzzy, that song was on constant replay. When we finally got to the hospital compound, they gave me meds and finally let me have a small blanket. I have a faint recollection of the kind doctor praying as he checked me over. Then I was asleep.

When I awoke late the next morning, my fever had finally broken. My road to recovery was not easy but God did choose to allow complete healing.

I have thought back to those moments many times and have often referred to them as one of my Rock Ebeneezer moments, those spaces in time where God shows himself faithful despite what looks like impossibility. Living in a third world country provided many occasions to realize how necessary it is to see God for who HE really is! When the comforts we are accustomed to are not readily available or easily accessible, we are often “forced” into trust which is really where we should “land” first. After all, our Creator God, Abba Father and Divine Healer is much more capable than any human sources we may surround ourselves with. HE is so good…

Here’s a link to”my” song 😉

Luke 1:37 – For with God NOTHING shall be impossible…

Psalm 138:7 Though I walk in the midst of trouble, thou wilt revive me: thou shalt stretch forth thine hand against the wrath of mine enemies, and thy right hand shall save me.

On a side note, the country of Haiti is currently in a time of tremendous unrest leaving most missions unable to be in the country to minister. Pray for the safety of our Haitian brothers and sisters and wisdom for the missions God has called to that hurting country!

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn…

“You keep track of all my sorrows.  You have collected all my tears in your bottle.  Psalm 56:8”

Pastor Steve read from Matthew 5 in his latest sermon. I have heard the Beatitudes read probably a million times in my lifetime. Never did verse 4 jump out to me like it did in this moment.  “Blessed are those who mourn…”

Blessed?  You’ve got to be kidding me!

Mourning is not particularly pleasant. 

Recently a caring friend asked me about how I felt about a certain aspect of grief. We talked about timetables for grief. We chatted about those we knew and how they grieve.  I find for myself that grief has been most unpredictable. Trying to find a place for her picture on my new walls has presented a challenge I could not have foreseen. But that’s grief.

As I sat re-reading the Matthew verse, I thought about how many times I’ve tried to imagine how my life would be without my daughter’s untimely passing.  While I feel like I have adjusted and am doing ok with the life altering loss, it still touches life in some way, almost daily.  Sometimes I don’t even realize how it slips its way in. 

I have had to come to grips with it (grief) entangling itself in what I say every single time I write.  I’ve wished it not to be so.  But it is. I have come to the conclusion that if my writing is truly a God calling, then apparently what I feel as I write must be the current message HE wants me to share in this place and time. And I have come to realize that it may not be for anyone else maybe, but simply for my own healing and wholeness. 


The rest of that Matthew 5 verse is so so precious.  “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. “  It doesn’t say might or may, it says will! To me that is all the comfort I really need – the promise of the hope of a brighter tomorrow.  If not here, over there with the blessed comforter Himself!