Rationing

We never went through the rationing of the World Wars, or of long ship voyages, or of the Depression. But we manage to worry in our own small ways whenever we can. We try to stretch the Easter candy till Mother's Day, knowing that when it's gone, it's gone (not counting peeps from eBay in October).

As illustrated by the Easter candy, we chose odd things to fret about. I realized this during my Beth Moore study last night. She talked about the fact that Jesus had enough power left over after healing a woman of a 12-year period to raise a little girl from the dead. The latter was “more important,” a matter of life and death, and as humans we would have saved our ration for that catastrophe. But Jesus didn't. Beth challenged us to write down all the most terrible horrors we have in our lives or touching our lives, then sprinkle in the wants, the luxuries, the non-essentials, and say out loud, “He has enough power.” This is changing how I pray in a major way. And when the Holy Spirit couples it with the words of my best friend who just visited— “We generally assume that sickness and disaster is not from the Lord and address it accordingly,”— prayer is getting positively exciting! He does not have to ration our answers. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, holds the stars in the hollow of His hand (that little part at the center of your palm), and created the world out of the overflow of His creativity. For what reason are we timid! Let's not try to stretch the candy any more. The Father has more where that came from.