The very thought of barriers and delays from the enemy is itself a mist that must be blown away by the breath of the Spirit. You speak of what the Father wants to give you through His Son, and you fear some hindrance from the adversary. But I ask you: what barrier can stand where the blood of Jesus has spoken? Has He not obliterated all that stood between the sinner and his God? If you are in Christ, you are inside the house, and no power can expel you. Your poverty of purse is no sign that the treasury of heaven is closed. The enemy would whisper otherwise, but his voice is that of a defeated foe. Let faith, like sight, be quick: you have but to leave self behind and trust in Him, and you are with Him. There, in His wounds, is your provision; in His unsearchable riches, every need supplied according to His will.
Do you imagine the arch-enemy can snatch what the Father is pleased to bestow? Then you have forgotten that the Greater David shall tear him in pieces. Christ has paid too great a price for His people for Him to lose one single blessing He purchased with His blood. I do not scorn your temporal trial, far from it. The struggle is real, and the heart may faint under the load. But these very circumstances are the field where faith must prove its mettle. If you can conquer him in your hour of grief, you conquer indeed. Yet remember this: the Father’s giving is not always as we prescribe. It may come in the form of patience, of daily bread sufficient for the day, of a door opened where no hand but His could turn the knob. Your true wealth is Jesus. He is your meat and drink, your strong habitation. What if poverty is the tutor that teaches you that one step, just one step of trusting, takes you into His presence? There you shall learn that there is now no condemnation, and neither height nor depth nor any other creature can separate you from His love or His provision.
Stand fast upon the doctrine of justification by faith. It is the article of a standing or a falling soul. You are accepted in the Beloved, and because you are, the Lord will not deny you what is needful. Come to Him with boldness, not because you feel worthy, but because the text says He came to save sinners just as they are. If it said He came to save prosperous sinners, many would be turned away. But no; it is sinners, and so hope is born. Let the enemy’s accusations fall like spent arrows against the shield of that promise: “Him that comes to Me I will in no wise cast out.” Your name is on His heart, and that heart will not cease its yearning until you are filled with the fullness of God. Wait, watch, and work as your faith compels, but above all, cling to Jesus. The last enemy himself shall be destroyed, and financial need is but a shadow fleeing before the coming dawn. You will yet show forth the Lord’s praise, for this people, the people of His pasture, are formed for that very purpose.
May the Holy Spirit apply the balm of these truths to your restless spirit. Let the sight of Jesus, dying, risen, pleading, be strength, joy, and willingness to you. No barrier can baffle His omnipotent grace; no delay outlast His perfect timing. He will not forget His own. Trust, and rest, and receive.