As much as not having a job and being broke has been sucking, it’s been pretty fun watching God provide. For example:
-A few weeks ago, I went to visit Lily in Berkeley. I knew I’d probably be staying late, so I decided to drive instead of take BART. The downside in driving to Berkeley, however, is having to have cash to pay for the bridge toll on the way back home. And of course, I didn’t have any cash on me. Until I remembered that I had my journal, which had a $5 bill in it. I remembered sitting in church one day in Carp and pulling out this beautiful, crispy $5 bill, and deciding that, for some reason, I wanted to save it. So I slipped it in my journal in a random spot. So, lo and behold, I had my bridge toll. And since I crossed the bridge so late at night, the toll was only $4 instead of $5!
-A few weeks later, I went out with some friends, and was trying to figure out how I would pay, with cash, for my $13 meal when I only had $10. Until I remembered that I had a $20 bill in my moleskine planner. I don’t know what it is with me hoarding money in random places, but I’m glad that I do.
-Last week, Jake moved to Union City, so I went to visit him and his new house. By this time, I had reached a whole new low, bottom-line wise. Luckily, we went to Costco for lunch, which cost me a grand total of $3. My next financial worry was the $5 bridge toll. I had the $5, but that’s about all I had, so I was a little financially anxious. When I pulled up to the toll booth, the guy working asked me to do him a favor: “See that right there?” He pointed to some money that was sitting on the toll booth sill. “Give that to me.” I was a little confused as to why he wanted me to hand him money that was easily in his reach, when I would have had to take off my seat belt and open the door to get it to him. So I asked him what do he meant. After all, I had my $5 in my hand, ready to pay him. But he said, “Yeah, hand me that money, and that will be your bridge toll.” I don’t know if he was just having fun, or if someone had left that money there specifically for someone else, or if he could see money-neediness on my face, but I was able to cross the bridge for free.
And while all these “coincidences” have been for little things, they’re definitely big examples of how God provides for my needs, and how I don’t need to worry/shouldn’t be worrying about how I’m going to keep my bank from charging me fees for not having enough money, or how I’m going to pay for my gas, or when I’m going to get a job. And I’m grateful for the reminders.
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
“And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” -Matthew 6:25-34