And the LORD said to Aaron, “You shall have no inheritance in their land, neither shall you have any portion among them. I am your portion and your inheritance among the people of Israel.
–Numbers 18:20
God opens blind eyes to speak His glory into the world, so why hasn’t He given me what I’ve asked Him for?
God gives us what we need and removes what we don’t need. When we pray, we must not do it with our needs and desires in mind. We must pray in humility, submitting to God’s will, however it may differ from ours. So often God denies us what we ask Him for in order to give us something more wonderful than we could ever imagined.
If God had answered my prayer as a teenager to become a missionary in Honduras, I would never have gone to Asia and met my wonderful husband.
Or do you presume on the riches of his kindness and forbearance and patience, not knowing that God’s kindness is meant to lead you to repentance?
–Romans 2:4
Every blessing He pours out on us is for us to glorify Him with. His great desire is purely for us to turn to Him, so that we can be in relationship with Him.
God is much more than merely our provider. He Himself is our provision, our portion; He is everything a person needs.
Lamentations 3:22-27
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”
The Lord is good to those who wait for him,
to the soul who seeks him.
It is good that one should wait quietly
for the salvation of the Lord.
It is good for a man that he bear
the yoke in his youth.
He created the universe and all words, spiritual and physical. He formed the earth and everything in it. He knows even our secret thought which we have never spoken out loud. His presence is too glorious for words.
My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
–Psalm 73:26
No Coward Soul Is Mine
By Emily Brontë
No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven’s glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear
O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee
Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main
To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.
With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee
There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.
Anna Sojourning 