The God who sees Everything!

For the past two days, an overwhelming weight of anxiety settled on my shoulders, pressing down like a heavy blanket of worry about my car insurance, which was on the brink of lapsing. The deadline loomed over me like a dark cloud, casting a shadow of urgency over my every thought. I had anticipated receiving my payment from work last Sunday, but, to my dismay, it came late, and I could feel the clock ticking as I knew it would take a few more days to process. To add salt to the wound, a much-needed cleaning job I had lined up for today was canceled at the last moment, leaving me in a state of frazzled nerves and restless nights, my mind racing on a continuous loop of fear and uncertainty.

In the midst of this inner turmoil, I turned to prayer, pouring out my heart to God, recognizing my utter helplessness to untangle myself from this daunting situation. Sleep was elusive, but in the still, hushed hours of the early morning, I was gifted with a vivid dream. In this dream, I found myself engaged in a conversation with one of Ani’s friends. My composure faltered as she insisted I bring my daughter for a visit. Despite my longing to oblige, I repeatedly declined, articulating our financial strains that made even the gas for the journey feel impossible. Yet, amidst my frustration, a heavenly scent of roses enveloped me—a fragrance so intoxicating it jolted me awake, prompting me to search my room for its source, bewildered by the sudden sweetness in the air.

In an instant, a cherished memory surfaced from the pages of "Hinds Feet on High Places." The author eloquently described her yearning to be surrounded by roses when she encountered the Lord. In that poignant narrative, as her time drew near, she lay in a sterile hospital room devoid of flowers. Still, people from all corners of the hospital were inexplicably attracted to her, captivated by the enchanting aroma that filled the space! In that moment of clarity, I understood—it was a divine reminder that God was with me, that I had just experienced a moment in His glorious presence.

Eager to respond to this revelation, I eagerly flipped open my Bible to the last passage I had read in Proverbs. My eyes landed on the powerful words of Proverbs 15:3, which assure, “The eyes of the Lord are everywhere…” It felt like the cherry on top of a beautifully crafted sundae! In my heart, I began a soulful conversation with the Lord that resonated deeply within me: “Yes, Lord! You see me! You understand that I’m at the mercy of circumstances beyond my control, and You alone are my beacon of hope! I trust You. I know You see me!” This moment transformed into a heartfelt pep talk as I reflected on the years past when I had cried out sobbing on my front lawn, desperately shouting to the heavens, “Do You even see me, Lord?!” In that moment of anguish, I looked up to behold clouds forming a distinct shape resembling an eye, a humbling reminder of God’s omnipresence—a gentle call to seek His forgiveness for my earlier feelings of doubt.

Let me pause and offer some clarity regarding the unfolding of events. After finally receiving my payment from Sunday’s work, I made sure to honor my commitment by paying my tithe. However, as the insurance payment was deducted from my account, I found myself staring at a disheartening negative balance—a sinking feeling that threatened to engulf me.

But God!

Moments later, my phone rang—it was my mom. As we chatted about various topics—family updates and our upcoming plans—the conversation naturally veered toward our trip to Savannah on Friday for my daughter’s EEG at the neurologist. When I mentioned the possibility of postponing, as I had only one house to clean the next day and my electric bill loomed dangerously close, to my surprise and relief, my mom generously offered to help with gas money! My heart swelled with gratitude as I hung up the phone, only to have a realization strike me like a bolt of lightning: the funds she’d sent would fortuitously arrive directly in my bank account, covering my insurance payment! In that moment, it felt as though a weight had been lifted—something I had completely forgotten, but God hadn’t!

In prayer, I found myself asking, “Lord, should I wait for You to provide the missing amount, or might I already have it?” Prompted by a gentle urging, I checked our piggy bank and discovered glimmering coins waiting for me, just enough to deposit and settle the insurance bill in full!

With this remarkable experience etched indelibly in my heart, I am now undeniably certain that God sees me! He knows every detail of my circumstances and precisely what we need when we need it the most. All I must do is keep my gaze fixed on Jesus—HE IS MY PROVIDER!

I can already hear your thoughts: “But what about the trip to Savannah on Friday? Can you really go?” The answer is simple: YES! Because while I may not see a way, God does!