|Isla Fischer as Shopaholic Becky Bloomwood, one of my favorite fictional heroines|
So, I have this friend. I’ve written about her a few times here and here. Ya’ll, her eyes are so open and ready to see where and how God is going to speak. You would be amazed at the crazy, unexpected ways He does. Each time we get together, there’s always another story of how God was so faithful, so specific, and so totally crazy, it just had to be Him. It’s so encouraging and inspiring to be friends with her…I’ll confess, sometimes I leave a little jealous that I don’t see God as frequently, but usually, I leave in awe of our God who is so alive, so active, and so clearly moving.
Last week, I was sitting in my favorite little corner of our house, in my beloved swivel rocker looking out the big window in our living room. For whatever reason, there were like fifteen birds chirp, chirp, chirping away and one cardinal that I was particularly taken by. Have you ever really stopped and looked at birds? I can’t say I typically take the time to study them, but I was strangely drawn to this little bird and her beauty, energy, and freedom. I did think the influx of birds was a little odd, but I decided to continue my morning routine…I sat in my chair and opened the Bible. Any guess to what verse I happened to stumble upon? That little passage in Matthew that talks about worrying, seeking, birds, flowers, and clothes.
Here’s where we get to the confession: I love shopping. Not only do I love to shop, but I LOVE clothes! Unfortunately, the small clothing budget that I’ve had has pretty much gone from minimal to non-existent as we settle into grad school (though I did squeeze in a fabulous business school gift for myself right before we had to tighten our purse strings…who says I can’t plan ahead?!) It’s not that I’m forbidden to shop, but I’m trying so hard to be good and make wise choices. With fall weather swooshing in, it’s hard—there are blazers, cardigans, boots, wedges, and work dresses calling my name.
Is this a major problem? Certainly not! But even something as little as my shopping struggles matter to God. So last week, after admiring this beautiful cardinal, and then I unexpectedly turning to Matthew 6, I was trying to take a cue from my friend and pay attention!
At that moment, I felt as if God was saying, “Seek Me. I am more than enough. I am sufficient. I know exactly what you need and I promise to provide for you.”
In all of my years of seeking God, I may not get everything I want, but without question, God has been so faithful to go above and beyond to provide me with every single thing I need. He alone, is always, always more than enough!