
Psalm 34:6 This poor man cried, and the LORD heard him and saved him out of all his troubles.
As many who follow may know, I have had the privilege to know the Lord for over 40 years. During those decades, He has proved Himself to be a faithful, kind and loving Savior. And as I have learned to lean on Jesus, He has shown Himself to be a merciful Savior, never wavering, even in some very dark times.
This topical series will try to provide a snapshot of an ol’ fools prayers, the weakness and selfishness of his prayers, and the ever increasing goodness of God in His responses the those prayers.
I hope my witness to the goodness and faithfulness of God will be an encouragement to those reading, and will spur us all on to a deeper, more consistent time of being in the Lord’s presence.
Please visit with me as I tell the story of a faithful God and His care for an ol’ fool. Though David considered himself a poor man, I freely admit, I am just an “ol’ fool” looking to the Lord.
Daily Bread
We were living in Rouyn-Noranda, just a few feet south of the Arctic circle (I jest), trying to discern our next steps in following the Lord. We had been invited to this small city to help in a church, but I will relent from discussing some of the many prayers the Lord answered in those years in this post.
Except for one.
For some, this answered prayer may seen insignificant, even coincidental, but when I got the call, all I could do was thank the Father in heaven for watching out for a young family that was in a bit of a bind.
We had finished our commitment to the church in Rouyn, and had decided to pursue a career in Civil Engineering at a college in Kirkland Lake. Paperwork had been filed, student loans had been secured and my first day would be within a week if I recall.
The problem we were living under was that my last pay at Transport Rapide, a truck terminal I had worked at during our time with the church, had dwindled away, and the student loans would not be available for a week or so. My sweet wife reminded me that the food stock was dropping, and would soon be depleted.
Very soon Carl. What to do?
It seemed obvious to me that no one was going to hire me, given I had was heading off to school in the very near future. The church we had ministered in was not able to assist.
Our boys were growing, and their hunger was never satiated, and for that I am thankful! Yet the challenge was provision, and I set out walking the streets, going in any business asking for work. As I visited each business, my “anglais” roots were clearly evident, for though I had gained in my ability to communicate with the French, I was not by any stretch of the imagination fluent!
So as I walked that road, I prayed. I am sure my dear wife was also praying. Praying that the Lord would provide as He did in the Old Testament, and as He had when we ventured south for our training. He was, and is a faithful God, and we prayed.
Miles up the road from our apartment, as I trudged along, I entered Manitoulin Transport, a company that unloaded trucks just like my former employer Transport Rapide. If I recall, I entered the business and asked for the manager, informing him I was on my way to school but was in need of a day or two of work until I started my new path as a student.
He took my number, as had some of the previous businesses, and sent me on my way. I got home before dark. We had a small supper, read our Bible story with the boys and went to bed.
I seem to remember that I fasted the next day, but I can’t claim it was with pure motives. I was trying to minimize the impact on the food stores that remained. The morning was quiet, but as the boys woke, I got a call from the truck company I had visited with earlier.
“If you can make it down this morning we got work for you.”
Some may see this as the natural outcome of a fellow seeking work. Some may see it that way.
I don’t. I see the hand of God in all of the circumstances involved in providing a dependent family with enough to continue on.
What was it that timed this companies need for one day of labor from an “anglaise”? I may never know, but that morning was a good morning as I kissed my favorite before heading off to my new task. And later that day, as they paid me my cash, I went home, knowing my wifey would be dragging her wagon to the grocery store to stock up for the next few days.
He is an Almighty God, but He is also the God of the details, the small stuff, and of the poor and needy.
He is good!
Thanks for joining and Considering The Bible with me. Your thoughts are always welcome, and I look forward to hearing of the faithfulness of God in your lives.







