My, what a list you have brought to the Lord! It tumbles out of your heart like a child emptying a pocket of treasures, a bit of string, a bright stone, a feather, all laid before a father with the confidence that he takes delight in every one of them. And do you know, everything that concerns you concerns Him. A studio, a strip of flooring, a glow-in-the-dark pebble for the garden: none of it is too small to speak of at the throne of grace. Did He not tell us that the very hairs of your head are numbered? Then count the umbrellas and the countertops, too, for His kindness takes in the whole sweep of your life.
You have been brought into the blessed company of those who come to God not with a handful of merit but with the blood of Jesus as their only plea. And because that plea is all-sufficient, you stand before a Father who gives freely, without upbraiding. He is not weary of you. He is not waiting to scold you for asking too much or for wanting your little corner of creation to be bright and orderly. On the contrary, He loves to see you expecting great things from a great God. The grace that saved you is the same grace that stoops to your kitchen sink and your garage floor, for if the Lord has taken the weight of your sin, do you suppose the plumbing is too hard for Him? He who gave His own Son, how shall He not with Him also freely give you all things?
I remember how when our Lord walked among the sick in Galilee, He turned no one away. They lined the streets with their mattresses, and He passed from one to the next, healing every kind of malady, fever, blindness, a withered arm, a raging mind. That same Jesus is with you now, and His ear is as open as His hand. He is the God of the little things and the big ones alike. A solar panel on a roof is no more difficult to Him than commanding the sun itself to shine. Do not worry yourself into a fever over the “how” or “when.” The surprise of His supply is often the sweetest part of the story. He loves to do things we did not look for, to rend the heavens and come down with help just when the need seems most ordinary.
And what is this about angels? Yes, they are ministering spirits sent forth to serve the heirs of salvation. But look higher still: you have the Lord of angels as your own helper. His hand is in every providence. The friend who offers leftover tiles, the clearance sale you stumble upon, the unexpected gift, these are the trailing robes of a God who fills the hungry with good things. He can make the rocks of the field to glow for you if it pleases Him, but more than that, He can set your own heart to glowing with a sense of His presence, which is the best light you will ever have.
You finished your note with that triumphant shout: “That’s it, that’s all, with the blood of Jesus, forevermore greatly.” That is the right ground to stand on. Because the blood has spoken peace, you are not a beggar crouching in the corner, but a child leaning on the Father’s chest. So pour out your desires with an uplifted head. Expect help. Expect comfort. He will not fail you.
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Lord Jesus, You who did not spare Yourself, what will You withhold from this one who trusts in You? Come into the midst of these hopes and practical needs, and show Yourself strong on their behalf. Quiet the heart that wants everything finished at once; replace the low fretting with a deep, settled assurance that You are ordering every detail. Provide, O Lord, exactly what is needed, in Your own surprising way, so that every umbrella opened and every light that glows becomes a small dinner-bell calling the soul to praise You. Establish the work of their hands, and establish their heart in Your unshakable peace. In Your precious name, Amen.