Someone asked me last week if I was having a hard time making ends meet. The question puzzled me. I’m not sure how to respond, I told them, because sometimes the ends meet, and sometimes they don’t, but I never feel like I’m having a “hard time.” Thankfully they understood my faith and took me for mature rather than naive.
I have had times during which I was more consistently worried about money. I can tell you that I had a lot more money than I do now, and from where I stand, I just don’t get it anymore. God is so faithful to provide when I lean on him.
Money is stressful when you covet financial “security.” You will never be financially secure. And the larger your bank account, the more you will have to protect it and maintain it. Don’t you know your heavenly father cares for you? That his power is made perfect in your weakness? You’d never know it, but I am more financially secure than most people will ever be. My Daddy (I mean God) has everything, and I will never stop living in the freedom of his care.
If you were God wouldn’t you want all of your creation pointing at you and saying, “Look, look how he cares for me. Isn’t it beautiful?” It’s not about you. It’s about him getting to be your hero.
If it were about you, you would have to provide for yourself, prove yourself, maybe save a few of the “lesser” kinds of people (and you would have to label them as lesser first), make sure you have your bases covered financially (just in case), and, when that failed, you would have to pretend that it didn’t, even believe wholeheartedly that it didn’t. And once you start lying to yourself about your failures, you begin to build up residual dissociated stress. You are alienated because no one can know what is really in your heart. I’m not that bad. It’s not that bad. This is normal. Well, as for me, I am that bad. It is worse that I could ever know, I will own that. My situation is normal, but it is also the worst. How are we all so broken? Could we really forget the intense love with which he loved us and continues to love us every day?
I want you all to know that beauty is knowing God, trusting him fully. Beauty is being in love with one who will never let you down, and holding all other loves (even your money) as merely the fruit (and gracious providence) of the one.
Do not worry. That is a command, not just a phrase of comfort. I don’t know what we think that means nowadays, but clearly we do not have ears to hear. When Jesus says that, he isn’t offering his condolences for your desperate situation. He’s saying your worry is sin because your situation is not desperate with him, but you refuse, time after time, to acknowledge him!
Have you ever told someone not to worry? Rebuked them for their worry? It’s a weird thing to do. We tend to pity those who have something to worry about, to empathize with their need, see it as justified. When you know God, you know that worry is never justified.
Do not worry! It is absolutely uncalled for. Worry perpetuates lies about God, false pictures of his care, his sovereignty, his great wealth and prodigal generosity.
Meet my Jesus. He is my love, my righteousness, my security, my listening ear, my clarity, my joy. He walks with me, even through my pain, and me makes me into a person I am not good enough to become on my own. When I am brought low, I am humbled; when I am lifted up, I am humbled even more. There is nothing I have that wasn’t given to me.