When we are increasingly patient in the midst of trying circumstances and even in the mundane events of every day, we can rejoice with our Father in heaven and all his angels because it is evident he has provided for us.
Provision in the wilderness may look like death. In our dying, we are as a single kernel of wheat, buried in the ground, dying, and producing many more kernels. In a mysterious way, and for reasons known only to him, God uses our mortification -- the thousand little and spectacular deaths we die in this life -- as a means of provision for others. Our deaths to self are a means of grace for others and vice versa.
We die, laying down our lives, so others may live. We lay down our lives for our friends -- and our enemies. At least, that's what we're supposed to do as followers of Jesus. I don't believe we'll ever know the eternal implications of our obedience to God. We'll never exactly comprehend how in our dying he provides for others. But we too are broken bread and poured out wine. A divine mystery.
Marlena Graves, A Beautiful Disaster
2014, Brazos Press