Sometimes I feel like I live in the intertestamental period. Camped out somewhere between Malachi and Matthew.
Maybe I’m more like one of the Israelites Moses led out of Egypt, wandering around kicking the same, tired dirt in a dry, dusty desert of my own making. I’m just cooling my heels, waiting for a prophetic word to give me direction, a cloud of fire to lead me, or even a piece of manna to satisfy the hunger that gnaws into the pit of my very being.
But then God does something to remind me that He is more than what I think or feel.
Kelly and I were talking about the future on the way to baseball practice the other day. His future. Our future. We have decisions to make in the months ahead. Decisions that will set the course for our family in the days and years to come. It wasn’t a tense conversation. We were just discussing possibilities and trying on different tomorrows in our heads to see how they fit.
As the traffic snaked along, I happened to notice the license plate on the car in front of us.
Right in the middle of our conversation about what our future holds, God sent a sign. Just a little reminder that we didn’t need to worry because “He’s got this.” And His message wasn’t delivered on the back of a beat-up clunker. I think God wanted to point out that when He provides, He does it in style. He gives like He loves: extravagantly and completely.
Whether I deserve it or not, God provides.
When I don’t even know what I need, God provides.
Beyond what I could ever ask or imagine, God provides.
Even what I don’t see His hand or hear His voice, God always provides.
The story of my life is made up of chapters of how God has provided for me exactly what I needed every step along the way.
Lately I’m digging down deep into the foundation of my faith. As I look at what I know for sure, I’m thankful that God doesn’t withhold His love or plans for me based on my faithfulness, but He provides because He is faithful.
Even when I’m living somewhere between Malachi and Matthew.