Oh, how great is Your goodness, which You have laid up for those who fear You, which You have prepared for those who trust in You.
Our days stand no chance against the terrorists of the Land of Anxiety. But Christ offers a worry-bazooka. Remember how he taught us to pray? “Give us day by day our daily bread” (Luke 11:3).
This simple sentence unveils God’s provision plan: live one day at a time. God disclosed the strategy to Moses and the Israelites in the wilderness. “Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘Look, I’m going to rain down food from heaven for you. The people can go out each day and pick up as much food as they need for that day’” (Exodus 16:4 nlt).
Note the details of God’s provision plan.
He meets daily needs daily. Quail covered the compound in the evenings; manna glistened like fine frost in the mornings. Meat for dinner. Bread for breakfast. The food fell every day. Not annually, monthly, or hourly, but daily. And there is more.
He meets daily needs miraculously. When the people first saw the wafers on the ground, “the Israelites took one look and said to one another, man-hu (What is it?). They had no idea what it was” (v. 15 msg).
The stunned people named the wafers man-hu, Hebrew for “What in the world is this?” God had resources they knew nothing about, solutions outside their reality, provisions outside their possibility. They saw the scorched earth; God saw heaven’s breadbasket. They saw dry land; God saw a covey of quail behind every bush. They saw problems; God saw provision.
Anxiety fades as our memory of God’s goodness doesn’t.
[Every Day Deserves a Chance]
You are a great and good God. You provide for our needs each day. You provide peace when we face problems. You send solutions for our struggles. Your Word guides us with wisdom when we lose our way. May we remember that you carefully measure the events of each day. Today you give us strength for this day, and tomorrow you will give us strength for that day. We depend on you to meet our daily needs each day and in a miraculous way,
In the day when I cried out, You answered me, and made me bold with strength in my soul.
His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness.
Do not sorrow, for the joy of the Lord is your strength.
~ Max Lucado ~