(Oops! I apologize if you received this as an incomplete post last week.)
Continuing from yesterday’s post…
On another morning walk, I again searched for the tiny shells Katie and Jeremiah were collecting. I had culled my lesson from “shell mountain,” as I had come to think of it, and was not really feeling led to sit, sift, and stare again. Every so often, I would come upon a little pile of shells, however, and obediently stoop down to look for the treasured find. I wasn’t having any luck. Greedy soul that I can be, I soon began lamenting.
After stooping down to check out one last little pile, I decided to give up. Perhaps the ocean had given up all it was going to give up to me. As I stood up, a wave came swirling in around my feet and, as it receded, what to my wondering eyes did appear but a Cerith shell… I was delighted! But God wasn’t finished with his surprises. As I knelt down to pick up the precious gift, there were six more around my feet. I waited for the next wave and, sure enough, there were a few more left right at my feet.
Once again, I sensed the Lord had a message for me in this. Could it be that he was reminding me that he provides all that I need? As my little church gets more excited about ministry in the community, I become concerned that we won’t have enough volunteer ministers to do all we sense God calling us to. We are dreaming some God-sized dreams, but we are a small parish. We need more people; we need the gifts they bring.
When I stopped my frantic searching for shells and just stood still where God had placed me, he provided. When I gave up, thinking that there were no more shells to be found, God brought them right to my feet.
Do you share those same concerns? Do you wonder where the people will come from to do the ministry you’ve discerned God calling your church to do? Perhaps all you need to do is stand still in the place where God has placed you, and watch for him to provide.
‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty. -Zechariah 4:6