"My God will supply all my needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus". Philippians 4:19 paraphrased.
First, let me make it clear--I am not hurting for food. I am still capable of buying what I need from my Social Security. Without a doubt, there are things I need to be able to do/fix around here and I don't have the money for that, but I'm doing okay on food and the bills and the mortgage payment are all paid up.
If I had to guess, I'd guess this is one of those "you can't out give God things". I recently made a small donation to a Christian ministry.
I have a client with whom I have worked for a solid 30+ years. He's a nice guy if you can put up with his eccentricities. His father is also my client. Each of them has ways of exasperating me but thank God, I've managed never to communicate that to either one of them. I was sitting here minding my own business this evening when my phone rang. It was "junior". Until a few months ago, "senior" had lived with his oldest daughter. Seems she decided to sell her home and move into a smaller house. "Senior" got a place to rent within a couple of miles of my house. "Junior" was at Senior's place when he called. Seems the oldest daughter had arranged to have Catholic Charities Meals on Wheels deliver frozen meals to Dad. But Dad, being the stubborn and curmudgeonly old man that he is, won't eat the food. He had a dozen and a half of the frozen meals just aging in his freezer. Senior wanted Junior to get rid of the stuff--take it home, throw it out, whatever. Junior picked out a couple of meals he'd like and then called me and asked would I like some of it. He went through naming all the various entrees off to me to see if I'd want this one or would I eat that one. I'm no fool. In economic times like this, I'm not about to turn down free food. The way I looked at it, if the food was just downright nasty, I could feed it to the dog. (She's not choosy about the balance of spices in her food.) Well anyway, within about 10 minutes Junior rolled up in front of my house and handed me 2 grocery bags heavy with 11 frozen meals.
I chose one that was broccoli cheddar soup which contained chicken, with a side of fried potato chunks. It was actually quite tasty. I ate all I could manage to squeeze in and I had about 3 good sized bites left. I gave that to the dog. I hoped the chicken and cheese would whet her appetite. You wouldn't have believed it if you knew this dog. She carried the little black plastic microwaveable tray across the room, held it in place with her front paw and licked it completely clean! And this is a dog who has to smell everything multiple times before she will agree to taste it.
God will always find a way to make good on His promises..............
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