A Prayer for Provision After Losing a Job

Father, the email came on a Tuesday and now the mornings have no shape. I sit with cold coffee and a stack of bills, refreshing my inbox, doing the math over and over, and the numbers never stop being frightening.

I confess I am ashamed in a way I did not expect, as if my paycheck was holding up my whole sense of being a provider, a person, someone of use. The silence of the empty calendar accuses me.

So I lay this fear on the table where I cannot hide it from You. You know the rent, the groceries, the small mouths or the looming dates. Open a door I cannot see and stretch what little I have until it reaches.

You said the birds do not store up harvests yet You feed them, and that I am worth far more than the sparrows. Remind me that my Father knows exactly what I need before I ask.

I cannot manufacture a job from this kitchen table, so I will trust the One who has fed His people in every wilderness. Provide for me, day by daily day, until I am standing again. Amen.