Waiting For The Milkman

Sometimes it’s hard to simply rest and trust that the Lord will provide what we need. I can’t understand why since He proves faithful each and every time, but yet time and time again, I find myself becoming worried that it gives me a headache.

Today was a day where the worry was all consuming because I wasn’t sure how a need would be met. After some tears (and Advil for the headache), I was reminded of this story I had heard a long time ago about George Mueller who had had an orphanage. As I was driving, I thanked God for what He was going to do despite the fact that I had no idea how He was going to do it. May the next few weeks, I continue to follow the example of George Mueller.

The children are dressed and ready for school. But there is no food for them to eat," the housemother of the orphanage informed George Mueller. George asked her to take the 300 children into the dining room and have them sit at the tables. He thanked God for the food and waited. George knew God would provide food for the children as he always did. Within minutes, a baker knocked on the door. "Mr. Mueller," he said, "last night I could not sleep. Somehow I knew that you would need bread this morning. I got up and baked three batches for you. I will bring it in."

Soon, there was another knock at the door. It was the milkman. His cart had broken down in front of the orphanage. The milk would spoil by the time the wheel was fixed. He asked George if he could use some free milk. George smiled as the milkman brought in ten large cans of milk. It was just enough for the 300 thirsty children.