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| FOOD PROVISION |
| 6/10/2007 |
As a single parent, I had some very interesting times raising my son. The worst (for me) was when I would have trouble
making ends meet from payday to payday. Being paid once a month was tough on me. I had learned to budget being paid
either weekly or bi-weekly. Suddenly I was in a job that paid monthly. Phew.
I had been learning in church about how God was my Provider and the Source of all I needed. I thought this was great news!
I liked knowing Someone else out there was willing to take on the responsibility of helping me raise my child.
So one day I noticed we only had a bottle of catsup and a loaf of bread. No canned goods, no meat, no eggs, no milk -
nada. I don't remember now how things got so low since I usually had good old ramen noodles - but I didn't even have those.
So, I went to God in prayer. I reminded Him that He promised to meet all my needs and I knew He wasn't broke. I laid it on
the line - nothing holy - a simple, "We need food, God!" I didn't tell a soul we were out of food. Either God was able to
provide miraculously - or He wasn't.
Now Josh, who was 4 or 5 at the time, thought catsup sandwiches were the best thing he'd ever heard of. He didn't know we
were out of food and broke. He just thought he was getting to eat a treat. He's like that today, a little whacky about special
sandwiches he creates.
I made it a practice of not letting him know how things really were - I simply told him God would always take care of us. I
didn't pour my adult issues out onto his child shoulders. He was a kid and as far as he was concerned, all was well in our
lives.
Now I did tell him I was asking God for some more food, but he still didn't realize how little we had. He didn't know bread and
catsup were it! As far as he was concerned, we were just asking God for something in prayer. We'd done that before, so it
was no biggie to him.
Later that afternoon, the phone rang. It was my friend Ginny, who was in the process of moving from one house to another
one on the other side of town. She said, "Do you want some groceries? I'm tired of packing and I just don't want to move the
contents of my freezer. Can you use it? I don't know what all's in it but it's yours."
I was calm and said, "Sure, that would be great."
Then I hung up and told Josh, then we did a happy Snoopy dance - jumping and dancing all over the house. We thanked
God for His provision.
When Ginny came over, she brought 3 large trash bags (13 gallon size) of food from her freezer (meat, frozen vegies and
fruits, breads, etc.), canned goods and some fresh vegies, and a gallon of milk she didn't want to take with her. There was
enough food for way beyond a week. There was enough food for months!
After she got to the house, THEN I told her that we were down to catsup sandwiches. Needless to say, she celebrated with
us. She told me she just had this overwhelming desire NOT to pack any more. She'd had enough and thought since I lived
close by, I'd be willing to take the things off her hands.
God is so good!
Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
making ends meet from payday to payday. Being paid once a month was tough on me. I had learned to budget being paid
either weekly or bi-weekly. Suddenly I was in a job that paid monthly. Phew.
I had been learning in church about how God was my Provider and the Source of all I needed. I thought this was great news!
I liked knowing Someone else out there was willing to take on the responsibility of helping me raise my child.
So one day I noticed we only had a bottle of catsup and a loaf of bread. No canned goods, no meat, no eggs, no milk -
nada. I don't remember now how things got so low since I usually had good old ramen noodles - but I didn't even have those.
So, I went to God in prayer. I reminded Him that He promised to meet all my needs and I knew He wasn't broke. I laid it on
the line - nothing holy - a simple, "We need food, God!" I didn't tell a soul we were out of food. Either God was able to
provide miraculously - or He wasn't.
Now Josh, who was 4 or 5 at the time, thought catsup sandwiches were the best thing he'd ever heard of. He didn't know we
were out of food and broke. He just thought he was getting to eat a treat. He's like that today, a little whacky about special
sandwiches he creates.
I made it a practice of not letting him know how things really were - I simply told him God would always take care of us. I
didn't pour my adult issues out onto his child shoulders. He was a kid and as far as he was concerned, all was well in our
lives.
Now I did tell him I was asking God for some more food, but he still didn't realize how little we had. He didn't know bread and
catsup were it! As far as he was concerned, we were just asking God for something in prayer. We'd done that before, so it
was no biggie to him.
Later that afternoon, the phone rang. It was my friend Ginny, who was in the process of moving from one house to another
one on the other side of town. She said, "Do you want some groceries? I'm tired of packing and I just don't want to move the
contents of my freezer. Can you use it? I don't know what all's in it but it's yours."
I was calm and said, "Sure, that would be great."
Then I hung up and told Josh, then we did a happy Snoopy dance - jumping and dancing all over the house. We thanked
God for His provision.
When Ginny came over, she brought 3 large trash bags (13 gallon size) of food from her freezer (meat, frozen vegies and
fruits, breads, etc.), canned goods and some fresh vegies, and a gallon of milk she didn't want to take with her. There was
enough food for way beyond a week. There was enough food for months!
After she got to the house, THEN I told her that we were down to catsup sandwiches. Needless to say, she celebrated with
us. She told me she just had this overwhelming desire NOT to pack any more. She'd had enough and thought since I lived
close by, I'd be willing to take the things off her hands.
God is so good!
Copyright © 2007 Nan C Loyd
All rights reserved. Used by permission.
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