No Visible Protection

I love Charles Spurgeon with all my heart.
You would think that the fact that this man is dead would inhibit that somewhat, but this is not the case.
I have a copy of his devotional called Morning and Evening, and I read it from time to time. This particular book belonged to my Very Great Grandmother Who Disappeared. It is one of those treasures that I would enter a burning house to redeem, on account of it being so precious to me. For Grandmother's sake and not for Mr Spurgeon's. I wouldn't enter a burning house for Mr Spurgeon.
My Grandmother really did disappear, have I ever told you that story? She was a beautiful woman, who loved the outdoors, and lived the sort of life that left a lasting impact upon several generations of her family. I want to be like her, even if I am not all that outdoorsy.
And she disappeared one day.
We panicked.
We prayed.
People searched.
No trace of her was ever found.
And, though the questions broke our hearts, her dramatic end was appropriate to her powerful life. Mystery suits her.
Once again, I am way off my point.
I was talking about Charles Spurgeon.
In yesterday's devotional, which I read today, Spurgeon wrote to me thru the ages. He was talking about Ezra, who was this guy from the bible. Ezra had to go talk to the king, and he was all bragging about how powerful God is. He said that God does good stuff for those that are His, and His "power and His Wrath are against those that forsake Him." But, once Ezra said all this to the king, about God being all protective and powerful, he couldn't really ask for a contingent of soldiers for their journey. See, he would appear to be a bit false if he said that God could do all this stuff, and then put his faith in soldiers.
And this relates to me.
Years ago, I determined to trust God to be my Provider and Protector. He has never once let me down. For over a decade, I have worked at home and parented full time, even as a single parent. At the moment, I am in a situation where God is allowing the manner of provision to change. A lot. However, I can hardly do less than look to Him to continue to Provide and Protect. I keep telling you this, but I am really reminding myself. The truth is that my faith is very small, and I get pretty freaked out. However, God is as real in my life as He was for Ezra. His protection is as sure. And whether kings or peasants watch my story unfold, I will march ahead on my journey with whatever means of support God sees fit to allow. Ezra didn't depend upon flesh and blood, and neither shall I.
Pretty cool, huh?