In my early 30s, I unexpectedly lost my job. I have some hard memories from childhood about my dad's seasons of unemployment, so being unemployed as a single woman was a huge test of my faith. A test that could take a mental toll on me and lead to a case of the blues.

During that season of unemployment, I had breakfast with my former boss. At the end, I said somewhat mindlessly, "What kind of Christian would I be if I claimed to have faith in God and yet didn't trust Him to provide when my faith was tested." My own words haunted me the entire day.

When I lost my job, I switched health insurance to holistic insurance, in which I was assigned a health coach and weekly assignments. One assignment was to eat a pound of green leafy vegetables a day. Yep, you read that correctly. A pound. I felt like an animal in the zoo, and the sign next to my cage said, "Genus Species: Homo Sapiens, Continent: North America, Diet: 1 pound of Green Leafy Vegetables/Day."

After breakfast with my former boss, I was reflecting on the question I asked, "What kind of Christian would I be if I claimed to have faith in God and yet didn't trust Him to provide when my faith was tested?" Later that day, I ran into my sister's office for less than 5 minutes. During that time, a tenant came by with a case of greens that he had received from an organic farmer. He didn't want them, and my sister's office didn't want them, so I left with the case. A huge case of organic greens.

As I was reflecting on this, I couldn't help but laugh. I was doubting God's faithfulness to provide for my needs, and not only did he provide specifically what I was supposed to eat, but he also provided in such a lavish and exotic way. Lavish in that I had three Kroger sacks full of greens. Exotic in that I actually had to do a Google image search to identify what kind of greens they were! It was as if God was saying, "I am not only going to meet your needs; I am going to reveal my creativity and abundance in my provision."