How’s that for a title (hee hee!)
When I was a teenager, my mother had me clean and organize the spice cupboard. I found an old tin of white mustard that we NEVER used.
(It didn’t quite look like this tin, but you get the idea.)
I had a pile of things to toss out but I wanted to show my mom first. She grabbed the mustard and said, “Oh no. Not this.” and put it back on the shelf.
I said, “MOM! We never use that why can’t I throw it out?”
She reminded me of a story I had heard often. I just hadn’t realized the white mustard was part of the story.
When my sister and I were very little, my dad was the pastor of a church he had started. The church was very small and my dad worked full time.
I don’t quite remember if some bills had come due or something, but they didn’t have a penny for food.
My mom and dad prayed all night. I mean all night. Not just a quick, “We don’t know what to do, Lord.” They stayed up all night and prayed and read their Bible together.
They reminded God that he promises to provide their needs. They reminded him they had 2 little girls to care for. They reminded him that they literally had nothing with which to buy food.
My Dad read quite a bit about George Muller and he was convicted not to share this prayer request with anyone. He just wanted to pray about it and see what God would do.
In the morning, my parents were very tired but they knew they were trusting God.
There was a knock at the door and a neighbor they hadn’t met said,
“Hello. You don’t know me, but I am moving to London today. I have a kitchen full of food and I need to get rid of it. I was going to give it to my friend next door but for some reason I just really feel I should ask you if you want it. Would you be offended if I offer you the food?”
My dad says they were trying to not whoop and holler while they calmly said, “No we wouldn’t be offended at all.”
She carried over bag after bag of groceries. Meat, canned goods, cereal, milk–everything in her entire kitchen.
One item in the bags was the tin of white mustard. My mom says there is no way she will ever throw it out. It’s a reminder to her every time she reaches into the spice cupboard that God hears and God provides.
I thought of this story today after I wrote the other post. I am so thankful for my upbringing. I’m thankful that my parents trusted God and shared these stories with us.
I’m thankful that my mom wasn’t willing to throw away the mustard!