I woke up this past Thursday morning and stared up at the ceiling. “I am unemployed.” I whispered it so I wouldn’t wake Kristi up. “I……..am….….un…….employed” I said it slower this time to see if it that would help it sink in. Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe I needed to give it some more time. I tiptoed downstairs to the nook where I meet with Jesus in the mornings and as soon as I started praying I informed the Father that I had no income now and since he was going to be my boss he was going to have to provide for me and my family. He quickly informed me that he had ALWAYS been my boss. I AM the One who takes care of you. I chuckled. Good point. This was the first day since my resignation took effect and already I could tell that this was going to be quite the learning experience!
Then it occurred to me that we are also technically homeless. We were supposed to close on a fixer-upper in Southeast Roanoke on January 19th but then Chase Bank and Fannie Mae got into a wrestling match over who even owns the place and has the right to sell it. Man, the mortgage world has gotten pretty confusing. Now six weeks have passed and still nobody knows when we are going to be able to close on this thing. In the meantime, we have sold our house in Salem and the closing is two weeks away on March 16th. Gratefully, the buyers have agreed to rent the house back to us for one month so we have until April 15th to find a place to live. Even if our house in SE were to miraculously close next week that would only give us five weeks to start and finish the construction that we need to do. This place was built in the 1890’s so it needs a lot of work.
I picked up my Bible and started reading John 6. Jesus was messing with Phillip. There was a large crowd coming their way and he asked Philip, “Where are we going to get bread for all of these people to eat?” He was just testing him because he already knew how he was going to provide. Phillip took the bait and retorted “Eight months worth of paychecks will only give all of these people a taste test, Jesus.” Then Jesus proceeded to feed the crowd with only five barley loaves and two little fish. Philip and the other disciples picked up twelve baskets of leftovers at the end of the meal. Then Jesus made a profound statement. “I am the Bread of Life. He who comes to me will never go hungry, and he who believes in me will never go thirsty.” I am guessing that Philip got the point that Jesus is the one who sustains us. He is our provision. Our daily bread.
Thank you Lord. I smiled. That is exactly what I needed to hear that particular morning. God has always provided for his people and he is not going to stop now. He will sustain me. He is my provision. I don’t need to get so caught up in the cares of this world and lose sight of the mission or forget that I am just a stranger passing through this life. This world is not my home.
Today is Saturday and we had a great day with all of the missionaries from City Mission serving pancakes to the folks in Southeast Roanoke, making new friends, and teaching about Jesus. A ten year old boy named Brandon prayed this morning and asked God to forgive him of his sins and to be his new Father. I was on cloud nine driving back to the house. I didn’t even care that we don’t own it. My four-year-old son Levi started singing from the back seat, “Every promise in the Book is mine. Every chapter, every verse, every line. All the blessing of his love divine. Every promise in the Book is mine.” I had to smile. “Lord, I get it. Are you messing with me?”