I just love when I open a devotional and find it is exactly what I need to think about and it is applicable for my current situation. Here we are, this very week, facing incredible repercussions from my husband wrecking his truck and his subsequent loss of work. Why is it so hard to ask for help? It feels like a major wounding of pride and dignity. Perhaps something that God doesn't even want in my heart in the first place. Or is it just the fact that I wish to have my life in order (like a good Christian should) and when hardships come, I question my integrity and christian walk, as if painful and difficult situations are a reflection of my inner character.
I have asked for help this week. God has provided for our rent. We are currently seeking (my husband and myself) other employment. Several people have given money for groceries. I have a roof over my head and shoes on my feet, hey, I even had my beloved coffee this morning. It is a beautiful thing when you see the body of Christ acting like the body of Christ. When we pull together and help one another. When out of nowhere, provision for that unmentioned need is met. When there is abundant proof that God is watching over my family and that He loves us, ever so much.
