Jehovah Jireh

Jehovah Jireh,

my Provider,

my Portion,

my Peace.

When the brook runs dry and the cupboards echo empty,

when my strength falters and my faith feels thin—still, I lift my eyes to You.

You are the God who sees.

You are the God who provides.

You are not the God of barely.

Not the God of just enough.

You are the God of overflow.

You are the One who makes rivers in deserts,

who feeds the multitudes with fragments,

who turns lack into abundance,

and ashes into beauty.

Lord, in the places where I feel stretched and scraped, meet me there with Your presence.

In the quiet groan of waiting,

be my comfort.

In the questions I don’t know how to ask,

be my answer.

Prepare a table for me, even in the presence of fear, even in the face of uncertainty.

Let my enemies see that You—my Father—

have not withheld one good thing from me.

You are the oil that does not run out.

You are the manna I did not earn.

You are the Lamb You provided in my place.

You are the miracle I didn’t see coming,

the provision I didn’t know I needed,

the grace that outruns my guilt.

Thank You for not giving as the world gives—

limited, measured, conditional—

but for giving from Your heart,

Your abundance,

Your unending love.

You, Lord, are my more than enough.

My cup overflows.

Not just with things,

but with You.

With joy that endures.

With peace that anchors.

With love that restores.

On the mountain of the Lord it will be provided.

Not by my striving.

Not by my strength.

But by Your hand.

By Your mercy.

By Your name.

Jehovah Jireh—

I trust You.

I wait for You.

I worship You.