25: But it came to pass in the seventh month, that Ishmael the son of Nethaniah, the son of Elishama, of the seed royal, came, and ten men with him, and smote Gedaliah, that he died, and the Jews and the Chaldees that were with him at Mizpah.26: And all the people, both small and great, and the captains of the armies, arose, and came to Egypt: for they were afraid of the Chaldees.27: And it came to pass in the seven and thirtieth year of the captivity of Jehoiachin king of Judah, in the twelfth month, on the seven and twentieth day of the month, that Evil-merodach king of Babylon in the year that he began to reign did lift up the head of Jehoiachin king of Judah out of prison;28: And he spake kindly to him, and set his throne above the throne of the kings that were with him in Babylon;29: And changed his prison garments: and he did eat bread continually before him all the days of his life.30: And his allowance was a continual allowance given him of the king, a daily rate for every day, all the days of his life.
The emphasis, of course, is my own. Don't you just love the thought that the very King of Kings does the same for us? That each and every need of ours is on His mind! Some scoff at such an idea, "the King of the Universe - GOD - cares about whether or not you have a headache?" He sure does. "But He's so BIG - surely He has better things to do." Exactly. He's that big. And yet he cares for me. "Daily, only, He says to thee, 'Take up thy cross and follow me.'" Daily only. That's pretty specific. It has to be for a world-class worrier like myself. Even I can't argue with that one!
Here's one thing I plan to do daily. Perhaps more...hopefully not less. I want to share with you. Some days we may laugh together; other days we may weep together. But the point is - whether its in 'real life' or here in the blogosphere - we are all in this together. The title "A Daily Rate" means so much more to me even than trusting in our Father (which is the most important thing of all) it means being content with my allowances...be it time, talent, money, child(ren), spouse, family, whatever! Thus, we'll cover it all here. Many days my thoughts are like potpourri scattered on the floor...disjointed, broken perhaps - but hopefully still capable of creating a pleasing aroma to The Great Big God we just happen to call Father.