“We need to go grocery shopping,” my husband mumbled as he opened the refrigerator door --- peering inside the freezer, hoping chicken or beef would miraculously appear.
“I know, but with what?”
He projected an exasperated look I have seen countless times, recently. Neither one of us knew what to say.
“Well, we can have scrambled eggs and fried hot dogs for dinner,” I said, trying to make this proposition as 'gourmet sounding' as possible.
“The kids won't like that, plus there are only 3 hot dogs left.”
“Well, unless you can come up with something, we can have toast and jelly,” turning my back to him, while reaching for my wallet to give up my last $5.00.
Plopping down in his lounge chair, my attentive husband flicked on the TV and asked sharply, “any other ideas?”
Pulling out the skillet and slightly banging it on the stove, I was once again disgusted at our financial situation. Working for twenty years, and nothing to show for it. Every month, MY pay check is 'eaten up' in mortgage payments, car notes, and utility bills. Also, school tuition, the IRS installment, and insurance. But, I always give my tithes and offerings, no matter what.
As I prepared the eggs, I said to myself, “I need to pray more about this situation. We can't continue to argue about money, groceries, kids. Lord, I need help. You are Jehovah Jireh, our provider, and you are faithful.”
As our children barrelled through the front door, making a beeline for the kitchen, I tried to sound cheerful, “Hi, boys. How was your day?.”
“Ok, what's to eat?” said my thirteen year old, while opening the refrigerator, with that same searching look as his dad. Reaching for the bottle of juice, both took turns guzzling the last cup full.
“Something special....go clean up. What about homework?”
The 16-year old said proudly, “I did mine already” while his younger brother mimicked the sentiment and said, “me, too.”
Eying them over the top of the newspaper, their dad said, “So, what happened with baseball practice?”
Just as a response was forming from our oldest son, the doorbell rang. “I'll get it” and grumbling slightly about the early evening intrusion.
There stood Mrs. Thompson from down the street. Her son and our boys were fairly close, but we didn't see them much, as they were always working. They made six figures.
“Hello, Mrs. Thompson, how are you doing?” I pressed myself to appear as gracious as possible.
“Good. Do you have a minute to step outside.? “ she whispered.
“Sure, what can I do for you?” as I closed the door behind me.
“Listen, I hope you don't mind, but our church had a major food giveaway this weekend, and we were blessed with several cuts of prime meats, fish, chicken, vegetables and fruits. Right now, we literally have no room in our freezers. My son mentioned maybe you might be able to use the food...I have it in my trunk.”
“Can't somebody else use the items?” I politely asked, while feeling a little ashamed.
“Not really, as our other friends of ours are out of town. You know, Josh and your boys are such good friends, and I remember how you helped us two years ago, when we were going through our.....” her voice trailing off
“That was nothing..”. remembering the nights Josh stayed in our home, while his parents were dealing with the untimely passing of their 18 year old son. A wave of remorse suddenly overwhelmed me.
'Thank you so very much. Yes, we can definitely use the food and appreciate your thoughtfulness. Let me get the boys.”
As our sons excitedly carried the five bags into the house --- loaded with meats, lasagna, juice, cereal, cheese, fruits, vegetables and a small pound cake --- I couldn't help but inwardly praise God for his goodness and mercy.
My husband and I prepared for bed a little earlier that night, reading Philippians 4:19 and praying surrounding the scripture, “And my God will liberally supply (fill to the full) your every need according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus. (AMP).”
We praised and thanked God for his abundant supply, and....that it was nobody BUT God.
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