Providence.

Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your 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.

Matthew 6:26-34

Preparing for Chico has been wild and this scripture is convicting. If I’m being honest, I’ve been WAY anxious about tomorrow. Thank God for his convicting word.

Let’s recap. Finding a place to live? Check. Finally. Finding a job? Pray for me. Three out of five times I walk into a business and ask if they’re hiring they look at me like my hair’s on fire, quickly try to gather themselves, and then respond with an emphatic, “No.” Such is life in a college town in the middle of nowhere I suppose.

Finding a church? That’s a praiseworthy story. No sooner do I finish asking for prayer in church this morning than I hear the announcement that we have guests in Church. “Please welcome Patrick and his family and friends…they’re planting a church in Chico next month.”

Bingo. After talking to them a few minutes and finding out that not only are they not weirded out by our church, they’re thrilled to have another “like-minded church” in the area and plan on visiting at least a couple times before they have their first Sunday morning service. “When is that?”, you may ask. My first weekend in Chico of course! This has been one of those days where something special happens. I call it “slap-in-the-face providence” where, like a slap in the face, you can’t miss it and you always know where it came from.

Praise God for his providence and shame on me for getting worked up about things being taken care of in time for next month.

P.S. In case you missed it, we still need prayer that Bryan (Smith, not me speaking in the third person) and I find jobs. Trusting in God’s sovereignty isn’t a license to be idle! Pray on!

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2 Responses to Providence.

  1. Bryan 2 says:

    yes, anything you can throw up to the big man upstairs, would be greatly appreciated.
    -this from the other Bryan, not referring to my self in the third person either, we just need jobs. thanks!!

  2. Aaron says:

    Providence is my word for Sunday as well. And you have no idea the Providence that went into getting us there exactly at the opportune time!

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