A few weeks ago my folks moved south. They packed up their belongings and left their home of 15 years and came to a new place. I know they had a few good reasons to do something so crazy; their names are Emily, Mackenzie and Isaac. and my sister’s kids, Maggie, Max and Miles, are three more really good reasons who only live a few hours away.
But, I’m not fooled. Leaving behind their friends who had been like family for more than decade was not a breeze.
At any rate, one afternoon once all the boxes arrived, I went over and helped mom unpack a few of her boxes labeled “breakable”. That involved handling my mom’s very valuable collection of precious moments. Each figurine holds a memory, and I loved reviewing my parents’ timeline as I pulled each one from the box.
but, this one:
I may be wrong, but I believe my Mom received this Precious Moment as a gift when we moved from Danville, Illinois to London, Ontario. Yep, that was five moves and 33 years ago. My folks aren’t new to this crossing-the-country gig. Back then – the move was monumental – at least that’s how my “little girl memory” remembers it. A lot of trust was required on my parents’ part in order to move our little family to a new place so far away . It was a beginning; a journey in learning to believe God will keep his promise to provide every need.
How does one learn to trust in God’s provision, without being in need?
This question makes me think of the account in the Old Testament of the Israelites’ exodus. Even though God promised a land of milk and honey, it took faith for them to leave Egypt, believing God was going to keep his word. And even then, step by step they struggled to remember His provision, despite His intervention all along the way.
Honestly, I can’t say I’m any different. Often my belief is mingled with doubt. But, its also true that every promise kept, every need met, is another step away from that unbelief.
Okay, so back to those precious moments I was putting in my mom’s curio cabinet. That little figurine which pictures the young couple moving is priceless, not just because it is an old collectable. It is a valuable reminder for me. For many moves, and many of life’s adventures God has proven himself faithful. Again and again he has paved the way, leading them, always providing.
I’m so thankful for the tangible ways my parents have fleshed out their own faith. It is His gift of faith to me, helping me believe this truth: He will be faithful to all of His children. always.
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