If not to testify to God’s goodness, then why else am I here? Bottom line, life throws plenty of uncertainties our way. But I’m here to tell you — where God guides, He provides.
The last time I wrote something I shared my faith with you all, despite bleak circumstances. You can read it here if you missed it, but I’ll also give a brief recap. Basically, we decided to take more than a month off from my job to travel home for Christmas. I jokingly called it our sabbatical, but in all honestly, I really felt like it was in a way. I had never felt quite so strong about something as simple as a vacation, but I actually felt led by God to take this time.
It’s funny how the more you place your trust in Jesus, the more He delivers. I didn’t always pray about taking time off or whether I should buy my husband that expensive present, but if I’ve discovered anything over the past couple of years, it’s this.
God wants every part of our lives.
We may not know where God guides us to well in advance.
He doesn’t just want Sunday morning or the important, life-altering decisions like where to work or who to marry. He wants it all. The little things, the big things, the seemingly inconsequential. He wants our secrets, our deepest desires, and our hugest regrets. He can work with it all.
Over the years I realized that the more I released to the Lord, the more He took care of for me. It was hard to let some things go, whether I told myself He had enough to worry about without hearing about my insecurities, or whether I held tightly to the things I felt like I needed to control. For me, it was always the bank balance. That was the hardest load not to carry. I assumed it gave me peace and comfort to budget accordingly, but in all reality, it only added to my stress. Bills multiplied, stuff broke, and unexpected illnesses occurred. So, no matter how much I thought I had a handle on my checkbook, it always fell apart. There never seemed to be enough. Can you relate?
I did not tithe! I mean, I gave money to different charities, I supported local and international ministries, frequently, but I always had control of my giving. I gave when I felt like I had enough to give, but when it came to a regular, scheduled “here, God, you take this part right off the top,” I wasn’t good at that. I couldn’t relinquish that control. I knew when I had the money to give!
At the beginning of this year I felt the Lord pricking my heart to release that last bit of my life. I mean, I had already handed Him where we lived. We had been accepting travel positions based on where He led us to go work, and accepted them with a smile. Even if I got floated off my preferred unit at work, I smiled, because I trusted the Lord to give me the patients I needed to see that day. We trusted Him for our health, forgoing traditional health insurance, and instead utilizing a Christian medishare program if needed for medical expenses. I had given Him my fear, my anxiety too, and it was like He was saying, “okay, Brie, it’s time to loosen up the purse strings.”
