Give us this day our daily bread…
I ignore the words because I am not in need of bread. What do I need? I need time. I need someone to help me balance the five hats I’m wearing daily. I need resources. I need peace. I need inspiration. I need time to play. I need time to sleep. I need energy. Bread is the least of my concerns. Samantha Bennett said a few things recently that I haven’t been able to shake out of my head. She inspired this post.
The mere word Christian does not encompass the amazing complexity of my relationship with God. But suffice it to say a few years ago I happily gave up all plans, goals and hopes I had for my future and told God I would do whatever He wanted me to do. In the middle of Malawi I’d had a taste of what God had planned for me and I realized it was infinitely better than anything I could ever cook up.
So I set out on trying to live a new way, asking Him to give me the plans for my life. And then Life crept in. And I ended up wearing a monument length of hats on my head and I forgot to ask God what He had planned for me. And the amount of what I was doing was throwing out my back.
This week in two minutes flat, Sammie is sitting cross-legged on the floor, explains how God will literally give me what I need every day for the work He planned out for me that day. My daily bread. And she says that she’s found God’s plan for the day typically is a shorter to do list than what she would have written out.
What? My knotted, aching back eased for a moment. He’ll give me all that I need. He knows what I need to do today. That includes my art, my marriage, and my mundane (i.e. groceries, laundry, cleaning toilets). The Bible says He is a good God. His yoke is easy, his burden is light. He is a God of order. He is not the author of confusion. He is Love. If the God who created lions, tigers and bears and the galaxy that extends beyond the border of our skies…then can I trust Him to guide me through my days, through my art, through my needs?
Do you trust Him? I mean really trust. When push comes to shove? And then in the quiet, in the absolute happy times, are you willing, do you crave asking Him to give you your daily work and your daily bread? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this. I think you can tell I’m really processing this and seeking to work it out.