Give us today our daily bread (Matthew 6:11).
The place where my family worships recently participated in World Communion Sunday, the first Sunday of every October since 1933. Amazing, isn’t it? That His people all around the world shall take and eat His body broken and drink the wine of the new covenant on the same day!
His body broken. Our Father’s plan to sacrifice His one and only Son so that we may live free … free to be who He made us … free from the clutch of the evil one.
Though the devil does not have a hold of those who love Jesus, he will die tryin’.
His nagging lies drag our spirits down. As our heart sinks so do our eyes. Our gaze slides from the glory of the cross to the lacks in our lives.
I confess. Since I began the crossing guard job, grumblings about writing a book have increased.
My heart whines “I need more time”.
Give us today our daily bread.
The Word Alive Conference led by Lysa Terkeurst with Ellie Holcombe leading worship was just the tool God used to convict me.
Lysa spoke about Jesus, the bread of life. She taught us in Hebrew, Bethlehem means The House of Bread, the place where our Jesus was born.
Ellie sang with such honor for Him. Praise poured out like oil.
Then it came crashing … like when you are freezing in the shower and the water finally runs hot … it hurts but it is so what you needed at that moment.
Lysa spoke about the Israelites in their lack of appreciation for His provision for manna. In my mind, I checked that box … remembered this, even preached on it.
His mighty right hand reached down from heaven and lifted the veil from my eyes. Me, one of over 1,000 women. Personally touched by God that I may hear His message for me.
Lysa spoke of our expectations of a loaf of bread, that we seek more that what we are given, that what we want is not what He delivers.
Who wants just their daily portion of manna when a whole loaf would be better, more fruitful, more applicable?
Give us today our daily bread.
Then, as if being touched by the Lord Himself wasn’t enough, I ventured into the shopping area at the conference. I denied myself the impulse purchase of a cute leather handbag.
Without looking for anything else, I found myself standing at the corner of one of their tables. Flipping the pages, I see a devotional.
The still, small voice, the one of truth, whispered in my ear:
This. This devotional.
The verse on top of page 1, day 1 of 90 was this:
Each morning everyone gathered as much as they needed, and when the sun grew hot, it melted away (Exodus 16:21).
Since I began my job, I continue to wake early, usually right at 4:30am. I soak in His Word, pray … then my hands get busy to create and post memes. I have been convinced I need to do this posting early to be consistent.
The sun grows hot by my second shift of the day 11a-1pm. No words make it to paper or the screen after this hour.
Yet I have complained about a lack of time to write the book. I have looked far and wide for a whole loaf of time … wishing for a weekend just to write.
This very morning with Jesus, I formed a plan, asking these questions:
What if I use each morning’s time to write 200 words rather than create memes?
What if I fill my heart with thanks for His daily bread, focusing on what He has already given rather than what I am lacking?
What if I sentence the devil to the corner of shame for swaying my love for Jesus, my giver of every perfectly portioned gift?
His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of Him who called us by His own glory and goodness. Through these He has given us His very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires (2 Peter 3-4).
Join me in a prayer of gratitude:
Dear Holy Son of God,
You are Most High, You are holy and righteous, sovereign in Your knowledge of the world You created. You were broken to show us it is ok to be broken, to teach us death of ourselves is necessary. You were raised to life again to give us hope in every life circumstance, that nothing is too far gone for a touch from Your holiness, Lord.
Lord, we bow our heads in reverence. Lord, we come humble and ask for forgiveness for allowing greed to creep into our hearts of adoration.
We ask You, Jesus, to open our eyes wide to the daily provisions and perfect gifts of grace placed in our individual lives out of Your great love for us. We trust You, Jesus, that You will not leave us in the wilderness without provision, that You will not abandon us in our times of need.
Together, this day, we bless Your holy name, Jesus.
In Your Powerful Name we pray,
Wow. As I read this post to myself, I thank Him again. I have learned it is possible to be thankful in some areas of your life but not all. Maybe you already knew that.
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Have a wonder-full rest of your day.