God certainly cares for us in our big needs, daily food, clothing and shelter. We tend to take these for granted. But I realized that I seem to notice God’s bountiful provision more when He takes care of the little things, when He smiles on us with a grin of love.
Long Commute Home
After church today as I was rounding up the kids I discovered something. While I had the car right there, I didn’t have the keys. Francis had accidentally brought both sets with him a few minutes prior when he left on his motorcycle ahead of us. So after waiting and trying in vain to reach his cell, I decided we would commute.
It’s easier said than done, coming from the north/western end of the city all the way to the barangay we call home. And it usually requires 2 rides, an 8 peso ride from the church to the terminal by Mang Tinapay (bread shop) then another 10 peso ride home. Each (times two adults, me and Angelica, since the kids, in our laps are free). I counted out my coins and had just enough, fortunately. But it’s such a hassle, waiting on the road for the first trike and then cramming into the second as it waits to be fully squished full before departing for Pugaling.
So I’m preparing myself mentally for the 30 minute commute home when in the car we’d be home in under 10. Both kids are extremely tired and were beginning to melt down in their particular ways. So as we hiked up the church driveway, I muttered a quick prayer out loud, “Lord we need a trike all the way to Pugaling.”
We stood on the road for a minute before the first trike approached, empty, which was promising. But it was green, a trike bound for Dongon, and he refused to pick us up. As we waited, a blue trike pulled out from the side of the road just a bit down the road. Blue goes to “Ichon/Ibarra” which is the right direction and farther than we need to go.
And the driver let us on. Immediately I felt God’s smile of blessing on us. “Thank you God” I said out loud to my kids, “look, God even provided a ride for us!”
And then there was last Saturday when our puppy, Milo, was diagnosed with parvovirus. We’d been warned by the vet to prepare a budget of 4-5,000 pesos (approximately $125) for his treatment, should he survive. We knew we didn’t have the money for the vet bill and medication when we confined him for treatment.
So, we prayed all weekend that God would provide for us and that Milo would be healed. In fact, our puppy responded very well to the medication and recovered 2-3 days sooner than the vet expected!
On Monday anxiety started to creep in. How in the world am I going to pay to bring Milo home?!? I stopped by after Karis’s class to check on him. The vet was ready to discharge him and wanted payment. The total bill was only 2,000 pesos even, half of what we’d been told to expect! Thank you, Lord! But I didn’t have the money in hand. And didn’t know what to do. I was relying on my own ability to puzzle a way to finding the money we urgently needed.
We came back with the car after lunch to bring our puppy home. It was already a crazy busy day for Francis who was part of hosting a large conference of CAMACOP pastors for 3 days. Francis explained to the vet that the money was at home and she agreed to let us return to pay the bill. Well, kinda. We intended to borrow money from our niece until we found a way to pay the $50 bill which our budget couldn’t cover.
As I put my little ones down for a nap a friend from long ago post-college days contacted me. She and her husband had prayed about how they could help when I had written on Facebook asking for prayer for our puppy. They decided to gift us funds to cover the vet bill! Oh the tears!
God Always Answers
My heart is overwhelmed with joy and gratitude again this week. God continues to provide for us, for the big and small, financially, physically and spiritually. Jehovah-Jirah is faithful! In this moment, God provided the money we needed urgently that very day with an unexpected gift. But He also whispered to my heart reminding me of His faithfulness when I cast my cares on Him.
There are times where God does not answer the way I hope. Times where the answer is silence, requiring patience and more prayer. Times where the answer is the opposite of my will, requiring my will to surrender to His. There’s many times where the chorus of Lauren Daigle’s song “Trust in You” is the cry of my heart:
When You don’t move the mountains I’m needing You to move
When You don’t part the waters I wish I could walk through
When You don’t give the answers as I cry out to You
I will trust, I will trust, I will trust in You!
(If you’re not familiar with this song, I hope you’ll listen here!) Thank you Lord for keeping our hearts humbled before you and for showing us once again your steadfast love.