I admit, I have always hated the story of Abraham taking Isaac up the mountain. I know that it’s always taught that Abraham believed God would provide, and we know the truth is that he did! There was a ram in thicket.
But let’s just be honest here. I am a mom. I have watched my kids go through some pretty hard things and wondered if I had scarred them for life. My first thought every time I read about Isaac asking where the lamb was and Abraham saying,”The Lord will provide” is the therapy bill that would be in the future for that child! Abraham actually binds Isaac up before God intervenes and stops him. The whole story has always felt so manipulative to me, and most of the time I teach it or read it as fast as I can and move on so I din’t have to think about what I would call the “practical” implications of it. Does Isaac fight back? Is there ever a moment of doubt for Abraham? What is the conversation like going back down the mountain?
I am doing the Ann Voskamp advent devotional “The Greatest Gift,” and when I opened for today this story was there. My first instinct was to skip the Bible reading part – I know this story. I don’t like it. (And isn’t that how we are supposed to read the Bible – only the parts we like? *Note the sarcasm.)
So I started reading only the part that Ann wrote about the story. And my heart just broke. She writes, “It is a thing to call a place ‘The Lord Will Provide.’ It is a thing to name where you live as provision, to name the place you call home ‘The Lord Will Provide.'”
This house, since the day we first saw it, has been God’s gift to me. I don’t know if you ever heard my “wish list” when we were first talking about moving back to the States. As we sat with the boys and talked about what we wanted in whatever our new home would be we made a list. At first it was practical – enough bedrooms to host people, a dining room big enough for a table to seat many. Then I felt the Spirit prompting us to name “extras.” As a family we named things that we really wanted, even if they seemed silly and definitely weren’t necessities. A front porch, a back yard, a gas stove, lots of windows, off street parking, bright colors, within walking distance of the church, an extra room where I could do art and create without having to always pick everything up midway.
This house checked every single box. Every. Single. One. In a place where we should never be able to have a house like this.
I almost cried when they showed it to us. Everyone was nervous and reiterating that we could change the paint or do what we needed to make it our own home – but it felt like “me” the moment I walked in. (I later met our landlord, a dear sister from the church, and instantly found a kindred spirit – just an extra blessing!)
I know this house is not ours – we are merely renting and using it while we can. When the time comes that we need to move, God will provide the next right place for that time of life. But in the moment, the now, this is HOME and I am so overwhelmed with thankfulness for it.
When I read those words that Ann wrote, I knew I had to go back and read the story of Abraham and Isaac again. And my gratefulness started to deepen from the physical aspect of providing a home, which is temporary no matter how long we live here, to the spiritual aspect of knowing I have a home in my God, who’s name is Jehova Jireh.
The Lord Will Provide.
He is my provision. In this advent season he is the hope, the peace. He gave himself as the ram in the thicket, and continues to be my provision as he gives me access to everything in the heavenly storehouses. I am free because of him. He gave this prisoner of anxiety and anger the gift of breaking those bonds and letting my heart know freedom and peace.
As I thought through these things and tears freely flowed, I was sitting and looking at my Christmas tree all lit up. My eyes fell on the ornament with RJ’s name and the year he was born and my heart broke again for my baby. Born with two holes in his heart, yet is strong and whole today. I saw my “ugly Santa” ornament from Uganda and remembered the way God provided times of laughter and relief from the hardships of life in South Sudan with teammates that I loved completely. The beautiful bulb of beads made in Bosnia that represented one of the many church families that have prayed us through the last 10 years of missions prep and work. One after another I saw physical reminders of God’s provisions – and those were just some of the obvious ones!
This advent I encourage you to take time to notice. Ann writes, “Worry is belief gone wrong because you don’t believe that God will get it right. Peace is belief that exhales. Because you believe that God’s provision is everywhere – like air.” God always has a ram in the thicket, friends.
Now I’m off to paint a new sign for my home, as I have decided it needs to be announced that this place has a name – “The Lord Will Provide.”