Boing.

I bounced my first check this week. Almost. Turns out my bank has this magical way of automatically withdrawing moolah from savings if needed to make up the difference of, say, a rent check that the apartment owners cash long after it's been sent and forgotten. Had a brief heart-stopping moment of panic when I saw my checking account registering as $0.00, but a quick transfer and disaster was averted. Thanks, bank!

Why is it so hard to trust God with money sometimes? He's given us salvation, he's promised to take care of us, promised to provide what we need in so many ways. "Every animal of the forest is mine," he says, "and the cattle on a thousand hills." [Ps. 50:10] And I can't even begin to tell you stories of how he's provided from the most unlikely of places in the past! Yet every time that bank account starts to droop, or the car breaks down, or a wedding far away, my heart lurches and my stomach twists in fear and agony. I lack faith. I lack trust. I lack remembrance. And so I am afraid.

I will remember the deeds of the Lord;
yes I will remember your miracles of long ago.
I will meditate on all your works
and consider all your mighty deed.
[Ps. 77:11-12]