To Panic-Buy, Or To Rest?

Wowsers. The panic buying in Brisbane yesterday was other-level—oh mylanta! Hahaha! Meat – gone! Milk – gone! Bread – gone! Toilet paper making yet another exit… I’m glad my food supply and provision is not dependent solely upon the local supermarket!

As far back as I can remember, God has supplied all of my needs. When I was little, numerous people would leave food at our door or cheques in our mail box (when they felt to). We didn’t ask for it; it was Spirit-inspired and always timely.

I remember one Christmas in particular when the neighbour my dad had been absolutely vulgar to all year, arrived at our front door with a Christmas hamper full of expensive foods, and it was just as we had sat down to a Christmas table of next-to-nothing. Dad walked into the kitchen with the Christmas hamper, absolutely speechless.

I can remember another poignant moment in time where our food supply was about to run out. My mum (a single parent at the time), walked into the kitchen teary-eyed and I asked, “Mum, why are you crying?” “Nothing is wrong,” mum said. “Julie—pastor Robert’s wife—just phoned and said that she had started grocery shopping for her family when she was overcome by the presence of God in the grocery aisle and she knew that she was to buy two of everything and then give half of her shopping to us.”

“That’s really nice of her!” I said. “That’s really thoughtful! But why are you crying?”

“Because ‘she’ was crying as she told me, and because I’m grateful to God.”

Beautiful people have always listened to God and moved when He said move. We have always had meat in our freezer, vegetables in our fridge, and staples in our pantry. I don’t say all of this to boast, but I also kind of do… I’m boasting in the goodness of my Father.

So anyhoo, yesterday when the great Brisbane panic buy-up began, I knew that I didn’t need to panic. Even though yesterday was my usual shopping day and I was only able to shop after I finished work, I knew that I would be fine. A friend kindly offered to go shopping for me, but after a few minutes, I thought: “You know where your provision comes from, Cath,” and that was the end of the story.

Even if I had only had one morsel left in my pantry or one can of beans left for toast (which I didn’t; I had far more variety than that on pantry standby), I knew that I would be fine… because I knew that I knew that I knew that my provision ultimately would not come from my local supermarket or my pay-check; it would come from my amazing Father in Heaven.

Jesus said, “Look at all the birds—do you think they worry about their existence? They don’t plant or reap or store up food, yet your heavenly Father provides them each with food. Aren’t you much more valuable to your Father than they? So, which one of you by worrying could add anything to your life?” (Matthew 6:26-27).

I love what Jesus said. I ‘know’ what Jesus said to be real because I have witnessed it with my own eyes over and over and over again. And at the end of the day, if He didn’t provide, I now know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He is good and that NOTHING ever changes that fact.

“Every gift God freely gives us is good and perfect, streaming down from the Father of lights, who shines from the heavens with no hidden shadow or darkness and is never subject to change” (James 1:17).

Phil. 4:19

Photo by Nico Smit.