Suffering is costly. Perhaps your lost job has led to an empty bank account and maxed out credit cards. Maybe relationship difficulties brought on court costs and attorney fees… and that child support check never seems to come. Or maybe you are faithfully attending counseling sessions without knowing how to pay for them. You might have a special-needs child who needs expensive therapy.
Being sick with POTS & NCS, for me, has led to giving up work I loved (editing a literary journal and teaching art, along with the tiny but helpful paychecks that accompanied those nonprofit jobs). It requires hundreds of dollars of medicines each month, as well as other extra expenses. And perhaps more devastatingly to you coupon divas out there, my newly limited mobility means I can no longer scout out the best deals to stretch our dollars quite as far as I once could.
I CAN park quite close to stores, thanks to my trusty new handicapped tag. I CAN do cool 360s on electric scooters, thanks to my recently developed scooter-driving skills. I can even tell you which stores have the fastest scooters (shout-out to Publix; thumbs down to my beloved Trader Joe’s).
However, a short jaunt soon leads to drops in blood pressure, bouts of nausea, and a ghostly-white or putrid green face, depending on how my body reacts, not to mention exhaustion that sends me to the couch as soon as I am home. Hence, my days of comparison shopping have decreased.
I was feeling a bit discouraged about the costliness, for my family, of POTS and NCS. I prayed, after having to pay too-high prices at the store I could visit that day, that God would provide for us, that He would make our finances work.
Turns out, He does own the cattle on a thousand hills.
And I have a rich uncle. Or do I? (You never know if that long-lost uncle might be out there somewhere, right?)
That very afternoon, I opened a letter (Yes, I walked all the way to the mailbox. Snaps for Kristi!). I unfolded the note, and out fell two $100 bills. (Have you ever even seen a $100 bill? I had not. Turns out, they have a very snazzy anti-counterfeit strip.)
God provided. The very same day of my worries. Abundantly and (to me) surprisingly. O, me of little faith. God will not abandon me or you. He can provide in surprising ways, tangible or not.
Has God ever provided for you in a surprising way?
“I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on…. Are you not of more value than [the birds God provides for]? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’… Our heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you…. Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble. (from Mt. 26)