When I found myself coming up with different scenarios that God might use to help me, I knew I was in trouble. I'd been worried since the end of the school year, when I learned that because of low enrollment for the kindergarten class I taught, I might not be needed in the fall. But my husband and I felt we could really use the income. So I started to pray.
Whenever I found myself worrying about the coming year, I reminded myself of all of the times in my life that God had supported me—and placed me where I could bless others. I thought a lot about God as the divine Father-Mother, who cares for each of His children and nurtures them. I knew that He provides what we need, although not necessarily in the ways that we've planned. The Bible includes many instances of God caring for His children in unexpected ways: quail and manna appearing each morning as food in the wilderness; a jar of oil that continued to flow until a poor widow had no more pots to fill; a single barrel of meal that fed a household until a drought had ended; and loaves of bread that multiplied and succeeded in feeding thousands.
I took comfort in these stories. They helped to reassure me that God had a wonderful plan for me, even if I couldn't yet see it. I just had to trust that His goodness would appear for me in whatever form I needed it.
