Naomi sat at the kitchen table with a pen and a notepad, dividing the page into two columns. On the left: wish list. On the right: can actually buy. The second column was much shorter.
She stared at it, feeling the familiar tightness in her chest. Then she sighed and smiled softly. “Okay, Lord,” she said. “You did a lot with a few loaves and fish. Help me think like that.”
At the store, Naomi didn’t shop by recipes. She shopped by building blocks. One bag of flour for bread, pancakes, and tortillas. Eggs that could serve breakfast, baking, or fried rice. Canned tomatoes that could become soup or sauce. Ice cream went back on the shelf, replaced with frozen fruit she could stretch across days.
At the register, the total landed just under her limit. Relief washed over her as she walked home, bags pulling gently at her arms.
Three days later, kneading dough on her counter, Naomi paused and laughed quietly. God hadn’t changed her finances. He’d changed how she saw her options.
The miracle wasn’t abundance. It was peace. Wisdom. Creativity. The understanding that God was present not just in the praying, but in the planning — standing right there in the kitchen with her as she learned to trust Him in the ordinary.