Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith! And do not set your heart on what you will eat or drink; do not worry about it. For the pagan world runs after all such things, and your Father knows that you need them. But seek his kingdom, and these things will be given to you as well.
It is easy for us to forget God’s role in our lives, largely because he doesn’t always make it terribly obvious. The nature of the matter is such, in fact, that strong arguments can be made by either side, either for or against God’s involvement, so that any argument again comes down to a matter of faith. For we who are Christian, though, and profess a faith in both God’s existence and the death of his son for our salvation, it is doubly important that we guard against pride.
Two years ago, there was a job I desired greatly. It was internal to my current place of employment, so I felt I was well qualified and deserved the position, and I worked very hard on preparing my resumé and worried greatly over whether it would come through or not. The review process took about four months before I heard that I had not gotten the job, and I was devastated. As I walked home that night, I was incredibly frustrated and depressed… and then I realized that I had never prayed about the matter.
During the entire four months, and even before then, I had failed to ask God what he wanted for me. The God who provided for my schooling, my bills, my food and the bed I slept in; the God who had faithfully continued to teach and lead me, who brought me to a place of fellowship, and who loved me even in my continual willfulness against him. I forgot. Or I didn’t care.
And yet, he didn’t cut me off. God, in his omnipotence, could have at any time burned my apartment down. He could have gotten me fired from my job, or cast me out my community. Yet he continued to love and provide for me, despite my sin.
I believe all of this because I feel strongly that what I have is provided by God. I wouldn’t have come to the university I did if not for his influence, and I wouldn’t have chosen the student worker position I did if not for him. Through that job and the favour he granted me with my employers, I was able to pay bills. When I prayed for a community of believers that I might join, God honoured that prayer and led me to one. When I was at the end of my wits, he comforted and led me on. Eventually, through that student worker position, he provided a full-time job, but in his own time.
I had to learn to not worry and to instead trust in God’s faithfulness. Once I was able to give my life over to him, he was able to work even more fully for my benefit. Too often, we are like children with a broken toy. We take the toy to our father so he might repair it, but once he has just begun, we jerk it away from him and break it all over again. We are impatient for our reward, and so we never gain the fullness that is available to us. If we wait on God, he will provide most abundantly.