I perused my list, preparing for a pending expedition, curating and packing food and snacks. And then some extras, in case of emergency. You can never bring enough. Water bottles, filled to the brim. And a couple spares. No water available where we are headed. Long sleeves and jackets for the cold. Rain jackets for the inevitable. Shoes that are made for long days on the trail. Sunscreen. Ball caps. Hand sanitizer. Perhaps the kitchen sink as well. I know I'm forgetting something.
An expedition is defined as a journey or voyage undertaken by a group of people for a particular purpose, especially that for exploration or scientific research, requiring preparation and supplies. The Shackleton exploration to the Antarctic in 1914-1917 comes to mind.
I was preparing not for a treacherous exploration of the Amazon jungle. Nor a team scaling Everest. Nor a forty-year exodus, wandering in the desert. But for this particular day, I was taking grandchildren to the zoo. That is always an expedition, always into the wild. Always an adventure. Always a loaded backpack.
We can't outguess every contingency, but we can still prepare for what we do know.
Time in God's Word, praying and worshiping Him prepares us to walk differently into the day, whatever is on our path. God brings His strength, wisdom and even the snacks to keep us on our wildest journeys.
... drawing near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. Hebrews 4. 16
Wherever God guides, He provides in ways we never expect, think we don't need, or sometimes just letting us know He is still with us. And we find a little forgotten proverbial protein bar in the bottom of the pack that saves the day.
And my God will supply every need of yours according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4.19
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