I woke up early on Thanksgiving morning to find that I had received a text in the middle of the night. The text was simple: “Woke up at 2:56.” Isaiah 25:6: “God is preparing a feast”
The sender is a friend who often encourages me with prophetic promises. I cherish her prayers and am learning from her to declare the reality of hidden victory over the seen chaos.
This Thanksgiving was a day I had chosen to spend with a friend who is bound in a prison of unrelenting suffering. I had no answers for her pain. I trusted that I was affecting the atmosphere of despair by a heart of worship and praise passionately, though silently, expressed.
I am becoming more aware that God uses practical ways of giving us symbolic evidences of His Presence. He moves within our stories to remind us that nothing is hidden from Him.
I found myself thinking of other Thanksgiving days when this very friend I was sitting with would joyfully cook the traditional dinner. I knew that today she is unable to cook or even eat. I felt sad that she couldn’t eat but I was hungry.
Then another text sent from another friend. “We are delivering your Thanksgiving dinner at 3:30 PM”
I watched as this friend came in through the cold rain with platters of turkey, dressing, gravy, green beans, sweet potatoes, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce and apple pie.
The delivery was made to look effortless. She didn’t stay very long and we didn’t say very much .I wasn’t able to talk about anything superficial. I was distracted in the depths of my soul.
Today, delivering this food, this friend looked like Jesus.
God has prepared a feast!