The melody hovers over me this morning, a song of remembrance, of days gone by, a different time and place, when Sweet William and I offered our worship on instruments of strings and keys.
We played with exuberance, our hearts becoming entwined with the truth that our God is a Provider. Our Provider.
Looking back over years of need, I see His provision time and again. It came in the form of gifts or a job opportunity. Sometimes it was a bag of groceries or my gas tank filled unexpectedly.
It appeared as intercessory prayer on our behalf and through the encouragement of family and friends.
God provided strength to work and knowledge to think and manage daily tasks. He who is Wisdom gave generously when situations were tangled and we didn’t know what to do.
He supplied comfort when grief overwhelmed and I thought I would die. He met needs we didn’t even know how to express in ways we could not have imagined.
I didn’t always get what I asked, but I always got what I needed and more than enough. He has taught me to depend on Him, the Giver of every good and perfect gift, the One who satisfies the hungry heart.
Jehovah Jireh, my Provider. His grace is sufficient for me.