The Lord is My Provision

Today is my Sabbath day of rest, and I have been enjoying the time immensely.  Last Wednesday, January 20th, I was blessed with starting employment with Goody Goody Liquor on Camp Bowie Boulevard in Fort Worth.  On the previous Friday, I interviewed with the store manager.  By Monday, I was offered employment contingent on passing a background check and drug test.  The following Tuesday brought the good news yours truly had passed both.  Most of the blog readers already remember I do have a black mark in my personal history, but God allowed everything to come back clear.  I was working the very next day beginning at Noon.  After working four days straight, I was exhauted!  Every night after clocking out from an eight-hour shift, I went home sore with hurting feet.  Whew, I was extremely thankful for having both Sunday and Monday off from work.  A family member helped me to run a few errands, making Monday a true day of rest and recuperation.  Once again, I am acutely aware how dependent one is on a relationship with Abba Father and His provision.  That provision doesn't come from a job or the government through stimulus checks but from the Creator of Heaven and Earth who designed and created me for His glory.  The only concern I have is maintaining the integrity of sobriety from intoxicating substances.  God has truly delivered me from alcoholism, but I must still work to continue in the grace and mercy extended to me.  All of Father God's blessings are in spite of myself as I don't deserve anything but death and hell, an eternity separated from the Sovereign Lord of the Universe.  He is the Lover of Our Souls!  Of course I am grateful for the new source of income, and I will enjoy this current season of life.  When the time comes to move on, I know the Holy Spirit will lead me to new pastures.  Seek God!  He doesn't provide mediocre blessings for us, He provides the best.

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