The zinnias this year are more dramatic bursts of color amongst drought laden leaves, amber long stems, barely standing- a clear contrast from last summer’s vivacious green.
But even in drought, God’s faithful provisions are unceasing.
So he (Elijah) arose and went to Zarephath, and when he came to the gate of the city, behold, a widow was there gathering sticks ; and he called to her and said, "Please get me a little water in a jar, that I may drink." 11 As she was going to get it, he called to her and said, "Please bring me a piece of bread in your hand." 12 But she said, "As the LORD your God lives, I have no bread, only a handful of flour in the bowl and a little oil in the jar ; and behold, I am gathering a few sticks that I may go in and prepare for me and my son, that we may eat it and die." 13 Then Elijah said to her, "Do not fear ; go, do as you have said, but make me a little bread cake from it first and bring it out to me, and afterward you may make one for yourself and for your son. 14 "For thus says the LORD God of Israel, 'The bowl of flour shall not be exhausted, nor shall the jar of oil be empty, until the day that the LORD sends rain on the face of the earth.' " 15 So she went and did according to the word of Elijah, and she and he and her household ate for many days. 16 The bowl of flour was not exhausted nor did the jar of oil become empty, according to the word of the LORD which He spoke through Elijah. – 1 Kings 17:10-16 (emphasis added)
Identifying with Elijah’s situation, I am in a slight drought these days. A blogging drought, an energy drought, a spiritual drought, a Type-A-organizational-control-freak drought. School starts in a few days for my first-born and (don’t mind my boasting) quite gifted child. And I have no idea where she is going to go to school. This is epic for me, the planning mommy that wants the best for my children mom that I am. Not only have I not yet purchased her supplies, I don’t even know which supply list to choose from. Not only have I not laid out her first day of Kindergarten outfit, I don’t know if she can wear street clothes, a uniform or possibly her jammies if she is homeschooled.
Really, I am finding that this whole situation is quite defining. As if the past year of living on little to no income, and having to depend on the Lord for the simplest of things has grown me into a person who KNOWS that God has a plan and a purpose and the PROVISIONS to carry them out. That bowl of flour shall not be exhausted, nor shall the jar of oil be empty- kind of trust. And after a year of wondering how we were going to pay the bills, He has opened the floodgates of heaven and poured out so many blessings on us as Caleb’s career has taken off.
In His sovereignty and our questioning minds, Avery was not accepted to transfer into the district that Caleb was raised in. There simply was no place for her. But God has a place for her- of that I am very certain. We have applied for a Classical Christian School that is WAY beyond our means, but not HIS.
We are trusting that if God doesn’t choose to provide the finances to pay for this school through a need-based scholarship, that He will provide me with the wisdom, patience and fortitude to teach her here at home, according to the classical method, whilst I cook, clean and care for three other children and my awesome husband.
Then there’s always that district she is supposed to go to…
Praise God that the bowl of flour shall not be exhausted. Lord, give us wisdom.