by Kathy Howard @KathyHHoward
Blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, whose hope is in the Lord his God, who made heaven and earth, the sea, and all that is in them, who keeps faith forever. Psalm 145:5-6 ESV
How often does God provide, but we miss it?
When our kids were still at home, our family enjoyed snow skiing together. But one winter we had a scary experience. It happened during the first of seven ski seasons we lived in Alberta, Canada. While our son spent the afternoon in ski school down near the ski lodge, my husband, two daughters, and I hopped on a quad lift to go to the top.
Where we got on the lift, the sun was shining and the wind was calm. But as we glided up the side of the mountain the weather began to change quickly. Snow began to fall and the wind picked up speed causing the lift chair to sway dramatically. When we finally got to the top of the lift, we stepped off into a blizzard. Icy snow painfully pelted any exposed skin. We could only see a few feet in front of us. It was a total white-out.
Since this was our first visit to this particular ski resort, we didn’t know the trails. We couldn’t see the trail signs or even the ground! We didn’t know how we would get down the mountain to the lodge. The weather was so extreme they had closed the lift behind us, so that wasn’t an option.
The girls were frantic. Panic began to rise up in me as well. While the four of us huddled together against the white, icy barbs, I shot up a prayer for divine intercession. We definitely needed help.
Just then a young man skied up to us. “My name is Luke. I used to be a ski instructor here and know this mountain well. Can I help you get down?” Oh, yes please!
Luke led the way with our older daughter right behind him. I came next, with our younger daughter between my skis. My husband took the rear to make sure no man was left behind. With our eyes on Luke’s back, we slowly made our way down.
After about 20 nerve-wracking minutes of blind descent, we skied out of the white. We thanked Luke profusely, and he quickly skied away. The four of us went straight to the lodge and warmed up in front of the fire with big mugs of hot chocolate.
We were so thankful for Luke’s help. Sadly, it wasn’t until much later – after telling this story a few times – that I realized just who our Rescuer really was. It was not that experienced Canadian skier, but our faithful God who sent him. Just when we needed help.
This experience taught me to not only ask for God’s provision in desperate times, but to also anticipate it. To look for God’s hand and provision in all our circumstances. Like a stranger on a mountain in a blizzard.
About the Author: A former “cultural Christian,” Kathy Howard now has a passion for God’s Word that’s contagious. She encourages women to get into God’s Word for themselves in order to build an unshakable faith that will stand firm through all the trials of life. With more than 30 years of experience, Kathy has taught the Bible in dozens of states, internationally, and in a wide range of venues including multi-church conferences and large online events. She has a Masters in Religious Education and a certificate in Women’s Ministry from the Canadian Southern Baptist Seminary.
Kathy is the author of 8 books and Bible studies, including “Lavish Grace” and “30 Days of Hope When Caring for Aging Parents.” She also writes for multiple online magazines and devotional sites. Kathy and her “mostly retired” husband live in the Dallas/Ft Worth area near family. They have three married children, five grandchildren, and three dogs – one of them on purpose. She provides free discipleship resources and blogs regularly at www.KathyHoward.org. Kathy also connects with women at Facebook, Pinterest, and Instagram.
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