One of our daughters, now a mom to four active kids, typically carries with her a large purse or canvas bag. And when any need comes to the surface, she becomes like Melanie Parker, the ingenious mom played by Michelle Pfieffer in the 1996 movie One Fine Day.
In the movie, out of her purse emerges the unexpected and outrageous, just in the nick of time, exactly what is needed at the very moment. I mean, don't all of us carry around a full child-size rain suit in our handbags?
At a recent soccer game for her eight year old on a sweltering weekend afternoon, our daughter handed out umbrellas which she had packed just in case there wasn't any shade --which there wasn't.
And then, as if on signal, she pulled out the snacks. Not the ordinary tiny bags of chips, but deep down in that tote of hers, among other delights, she pulled out freezer pops -- still mostly frozen. And then later, thirsty? She responds, not just "do you want a Gatorade?" But what flavor? Protein bar? What brand?
She is the master of snacks. Never leaves home without them, sustaining others in unexpected ways, not just ready to bless those around her, dissolving the grumbling mutiny, but equipped to do so, not out of the blue, but out of the deep from that satchel of surprises.
God may take us through the wilderness, but He always brings the snacks.
His faithfulness is our source of strength. Sometimes physically in the form of a strategically placed umbrella or manna. Sometimes through a verse that speaks right to our hearts. Sometimes a kind word, or grace in unexpected places, or a proverbial piece of really good chocolate on a long and lonely trail.
...by the God of your father who will help you,
by the Almighty who will bless you
with blessings of heaven above,
blessings of the deep that crouches beneath...
Genesis 49. 25
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