Four years of university, then postgraduate courses, followed by career, employer, and location changes—much of this in the midst of a pandemic—had culminated in our son’s precarious employment as a gig worker (an independent contractor who performs short-term or freelance jobs). My husband and I stood on the sidelines thinking, “Why is this happening?”
As I prayed about the situation, it helped me to think about how the Israelites must have felt during their Exodus. They forged ahead, armed with the promise of a land flowing with blessing and prosperity, yet they were met with scarcity and poverty, and often complained to Moses about their lack.
Our son was both the “poured out” and the “poured upon”—a blessing to the world and the receiver of Love’s blessing.
