The Lord Will Supply

In recent months my mother’s faith and hope had floundered as age stole her abilities. “What good am I?” she would often ask. I struggled to find answers that satisfied her.

Then one morning I found her sitting in her chair by the old triple windows lining the wall of her bedroom in the farmhouse we shared with her. She was leafing through the pages of her Bible.

“What are you looking for?” I asked.

“Last night I dreamed of a beautiful verse in the Bible, but now I can’t remember its words,” she said. “I was hoping I could find it.”

She was almost giddy with joy as she told me of her dream. The words of the verse had come in a radiance spilling down from the sky, filling the darkness of the backyard with light, she said.

She never did find the verse, but the peace of the dream persisted. The renewed lilt in her voice filled me with joy. I had been feeling responsible for sustaining her faith and peace of mind. Her story reassured me that I didn’t need to carry all the weight of this burden. God alone could supply all the hope and encouragement she needed.