At a conference recently, I left my red fleece jacket in the
van that several of us had driven. I didn’t expect to need it inside. What I
didn’t count on was riding in other vehicles to dinner, in the freezing Chicago cold. Then, another party gave me a ride to the hotel that night, so I froze
running into the lobby, too. When I got back to the conference site the next
day, I got a key for the van and looked for the jacket. I couldn’t find it
anywhere in the fifteen passenger van. Oh well. When I returned to the lobby, I
prayed with a young woman who needed God’s touch, went to the next session, and
didn’t think much about the loss of the jacket.
Later, I glanced at an area where our group, having slept at
the church, had piled their bedding from the night before. There was the
jacket! It was right there, in the lobby, all the time. They had brought it in
when they unloaded the vans yesterday. I could have enjoyed its warmth at
dinner last night, when I ran into the hotel at 10:30
p.m., and at lunch today. But I didn’t know it was available.
How often do we miss out on God’s provision because we give
up too easily? What did I think had happened to the jacket? Why didn’t I look
more carefully or ask someone? For one thing, I wasn’t that desperate. When we
are desperate, we look carefully, ask more questions, seek more diligently. But
even when children are going astray, when we need the basic necessities of
life, or when we need a friend, we may stop looking too soon. We may settle for
getting by. We need to keep on asking, keep on knocking, keep on seeking, so
that the door may be opened to us and we can enjoy the warmth God means to give
us. (Matthew 7:7)
Jesus, you are our source. Don’t let us settle for less than
your provision.
My dad told me about when he was in X-ray tech school. He went for a week eating bean burritos because they were the cheapest thing on the hospital menu (where he was training and working). One day he was behind a guy that got the pot roast. When they got to the end of the line, the guy said charge it. Turns out that employees could charge their meals and the hospital would take it out of their future paychecks.
Your story reminds me once again that knowing God’s word is the most important thing I can do.