Every morning. Seriously. Every morning, some of the first words out of my daughter's mouth are, "Mommy, my tummy's hungry. I want breakfast." Even if I make her wait a few more minutes because she got up WAY too early, she knows that I will eventually let her eat. It might not be exactly when she wants, but it will happen.
My children know. They know I will take care of them, that they won't go hungry (not really) or cold or dirty or hurt. Their Mommy and Daddy are always there to make sure they have everything they need ... and quite a bit of what they want, too. Especially when my 19-month-old son looks up at me with those big chocolate brown eyes and says, "Please." They don't even have a doubt that when they want to swing, someone will be there to "push me so high." After all, why wouldn't that happen?
Don't get me wrong. I'm in no way a perfect mom. No way. I lose my temper at least three times a day and usually more lately. I sometimes pay attention to others things more than my children. I give them candy more than I really ought to. But despite my flaws, my children love me and know I will always make sure they have what they need.
When do we stop trusting like that? When did we get to the point that having our hungry tummies fed is a cause for worry? Was it when we moved out of our parents' home? When we lost a job? When we had too many bills and not enough pay? Have we ever REALLY gone hungry? I haven't. There were a few times when I was pregnant that I thought I might pass out from hunger, but I never actually did. I know there are people in the world who struggle with true hunger, but I never have. So, why do I worry at the end of every month, wondering if we'll have enough money to buy that one last gallon of milk, that one last tank of gas, that one last bunch of bananas, etc. before my husband's paycheck hits the bank? Even if I didn't get to go to the store for milk and bananas, we'd still have plenty to eat. The mice that keep finding their way into my pantry (ARGH!) haven't eaten THAT much. We could live on beans and rice and potatoes for a few days. It might not be the most variety, but we'd have enough.
And looking at my house, at all the STUFF I have crammed into it, at the clothes crushed into my small closet, and the boxes yet unpacked because of a lack of room, I honestly can't say that I don't have more than I need. God has blessed us abundantly. I need to go back somehow and find again that childlike faith. God is taking care of us, whether we can always see it or not. He's there. And our hungry tummies are going to be fed.
“Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink, nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air: they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? And why are you anxious about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the Gentiles seek after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added to you.
“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
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