It was supposed to be fun hanging out at the restaurant after church, but the conversation went toward the economy and the new oil rush to the Dakota’s. The men chatted about what length they would go to in order to support their families if need be. I think they were having fun talking about it, but it made me scared.
Everywhere I turn there are wives living alone right now. Their husbands working two weeks on and two weeks off. Separated half the time.
So I came home fearful. What if that were to happen to us? The need for separation to make ends meet?
But then I read about Jesus at The Last Supper. Thanking his Father for the bread.
The day’s bread.
And I remember that’s all I need to ask for.
“This, then, is how you should pray…Give us today our daily bread.” (Matthew 6:9,11)
I consider this as I make myself a turkey wrap for lunch. A tortilla. Some cheese. A bit of lettuce. Just enough for this meal. God’s provision.
I thank God for the clinging dependence on Him that is created because I don’t know for sure where future bread will come from.
(To all my sweet friends whose husbands are out of state working to provide for the family. I’m praying for you this morning. May God provide exactly what you need this day for you to keep going.)