19/04/2026
When God Became Our Provider
When Kelvin and I had just gotten married, he was working at Defy and life felt stable.
He had a company car, a good salary, and everything looked secure.
I thought this was how our life would always be.
One day he came to me very serious and said,
“I think the Lord is calling me back into ministry.”
I looked at him and said,
“What do you mean back into ministry?
I married a Defy representative… not a pastor.”
He laughed softly and said,
“I heard the Lord speak to me.
He said, ‘Who has raised up this king to go to the east?’
And I knew He was calling me again.”
I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared.
Kelvin had always been obedient to God.
When he was younger, the Lord once told him to give his car to a single mother who had nothing.
He gave her his little Uno without arguing, and for months he rode his bicycle everywhere in Barberton —
to church, to the shops, to work —
just because he believed obedience to God was more important than comfort.
And somehow, after that, God always provided for him.
He started working at Defy, got company cars, petrol allowance, and everything he needed.
But now the Lord was calling him back to ministry.
That meant giving back the company car.
At that time we already had Joshua, and I was pregnant with Kaycee.
We stood in the house looking at each other, wondering what we were going to do.
We needed a car.
I said,
“So what now?
Are we going to ask my dad to help us buy a car?”
Kelvin smiled and said,
“No.
We are going to ask our Father.”
I said,
“My father?”
He said,
“No… our Abba Father.”
Right there in the living room he went down on his knees and prayed:
“Lord, You are sending me back into ministry.
You know we need a car.
Thank You for providing one.
Amen.”
I looked at him and said,
“That’s it?
That’s how you pray for a car?”
He said,
“Just agree with me.
Every time I walk past you, I’m going to say,
‘Thank You for our car, Lord.’
And you just say, ‘Amen.’”
I rolled my eyes, but I agreed.
For four months, every time Kelvin walked past me in the house, he would say,
“Thank You for our car, in Jesus’ Name.”
And I would answer,
“Amen.”
At first I said it without faith.
Later I started saying it with hope.
After a while, I started saying it with expectation.
One night I had a dream.
In the dream I saw Kelvin driving up our driveway in a white car.
He parked in front of the house and smiled at me.
The next morning I told him,
“I dreamed you came home with a white car.”
He just said,
“Amen.”
A few days later, on Kelvin’s birthday, I was working at Body Beautiful, busy doing a pedicure for a client.
My phone rang.
It was Kelvin.
He said,
Zel … someone just gave us a car.”
I almost cut the lady’s toe instead of her toenail.
I said,
“What do you mean someone gave us a car??”
He said,
“Pastor Dion phoned me.
He said the Lord told him to give me his Audi A4.
He thought I already had a Mercedes, but I told him it’s the company car and I must give it back in two weeks.
Then he said,
‘The Lord told me to give you this car.
He said I must take care of His servant.’”
I stood there in the salon with tears in my eyes.
Four months of saying
Thank You for the car
Amen
Thank You for the car
Amen
And God did it.
Not only that — a few months later, someone blessed Pastor Dion with a large amount of money, exactly when he needed it.
That day I learned something I never forgot.
God is not poor.
God is not late.
God is not confused.
He is Jehovah Jireh — our Provider.
He is El Shaddai — the God of more than enough.
And when He calls you…
He will carry you.
Even when you don’t understand how. Cyzelle Fincham
