Don't get me wrong. God provides for our every need. We are not lacking in anything. We are extremely blessed by the resources we have the miracle that is Peden's job. :)
But it's not as easy to say that when all those numbers are in a column together and the last one keeps dwindling. Sometimes bills have to be moved or things have to get cut. And it always works out. I KNOW this. But it doesn't stop me from weighing things that could easily be cut, but are more essential than the calculator gives them credit, like tithe or extra grocery allowance. Yes. My sinful heart tries to skimp on tithe. I'm rotten. But it's easy to reason with God and say, "Well you want me to pay the power bill, don't you?" or "You don't want us to starve, do you?"
At that point, I am sure God just rolls his eyes at me and brings to my mind the verse that, ironically, I am always quoting to my husband, the worrier. (I'm not exactly a worrier, just an excessive planner. Difference.) Every time, I wonder how I let my brain and my calculator speak louder than this passage.
Yep. As simple as it is, I forget this one. God clearly tells me, "Chill out! I got this! It's all mine anyway!" That's right. He own the water that comes through our faucets, the electricity that works out microwaves, the gas that heats our shower. He owns it, and he in no way owes it me.
But I owe him my adoration and my trust. So yes, despite the small number at the end of the column, I wrote that tithe check. I'm going out to buy my family the groceries we need. I'm going to live in faith and I am not going to worry about the amount in the bank account. You hear that, headache? Not. Gonna.