So, full-time has gone to part-time and I find myself in a familiar place of needing God to part a sea. Or at least open a door. It’s a good place to be. Stretching, in a sometimes-I-think-I-might-throw-up kind of way, but good. Forces you to figure out what you really believe about God. To pass the time, I’ve been reading.
“When the water in the skin was gone, she [Hagar] left the boy under one of the bushes. Then she went and sat down nearby, about a bow shot away, for she said, “I can’t bear to watch the boy die!” So as she sat nearby, shewept loudly.”
“Then God opened her eyes and she saw a well of water. So she went and filled the skin with water and gave the boy a drink.” – Genesis 21:15-19
In the dry places, absent of what is needed, God provides. He may need to open our eyes to see it, but His provision is there.
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