My baby girl is sick. Okay, she’s not a baby. In fact, she’s almost an adult. But, she’ll always be my baby, especially if she’s sick! Which explains why, when she asked if I would make pudding for her, I promptly got busy. As I was opening the package, I was reminded of another box of pudding from long ago.
When my girl really was a baby (or not much older), a box of pudding changed my life. I know. That seems like a pretty big statement for something so small! But, it’s true.
You see, the dear husband and I had lived the first few years of married life pretty much buying what we wanted, when we wanted. Then. Multiple Sclerosis. Terrible diagnosis. We had just bought a house. The next month we found out we were expecting a baby. Shortly after she was born, the dear husband’s MS took a turn for the worse. The part-time job he had worked was no longer an option. Neither was the over-time he’d been picking up. I had worked full-time, but when the girl was born, we decided that I didn’t make enough to justify daycare. So, I became a stay-at-home mom. Our finances took quite a hit. We were poor. Or at least we thought we were.
And, my faith wasn’t very deep. I had heard (some of) the verses about God providing, but didn’t truly believe it. I believed it in a vague, sort-of, “God helps those who help themselves” way. But I didn’t really believe He could (or would) reach down from Heaven and provide my day-to-day needs. I was terrified. I cried so many days, wondering what would become of us.
It was in this frame of mind that I opened the package of pudding. Chocolate pudding. JELL-O pudding. As I poured the contents of the package into the milk, something caught my eye. A piece of paper, small and colorful and folded. As I unfolded it, God made me aware of Him in an entirely new way. I had won! Not only that, I had won a prize that wasn’t being advertised. It was a secret give-away, the paper explained.
God had chosen to reveal Himself in a mighty way that day. He revealed Himself as my Provider! I knew this was a gift from Him, even if I did have to address the envelope to JELL-O. It may have only been $50, but to me, it was priceless. God knew. He saw. And He provided. Exactly when I needed it – both financially and spiritually.
Many times since then, I’ve had to lean into that knowledge that God is my provider. Never has He failed me. Never have I or the dear husband or our children gone without. Never.
As I opened that package tonight, my heart rejoiced at that first glimpse of my Jehovah Jirah. And I took the opportunity to tell my daughter. Because, “they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony.” Revelation 12:11 (“him” is the devil). And because over and over, the Bible instructs us to tell our children of the greatness of our God.
So. Where’s your faith? Do you have a “the Lord helps those who help themselves” faith? Or do you believe that God is your Jehovah Jirah, (“The LORD Will Provide” Genesis 22:14)? If you’re not so sure about that provider thing, ask Him to reveal Himself. And don’t be surprised when He does it in a mighty way!
Be blessed and tell someone you love them!