Today I was reading the book of Joshua and came to the part where the land was divided among the twelve tribes. The Levites, however, were given no inheritance of land.
The Lord Himself was their inheritance.
That touched me deeply.
We now live under the new covenant, where every believer belongs to a royal priesthood and is part of God’s own people. And I found myself thinking: for a Christian, what could bring greater security or deeper comfort than being able to say,
“The Lord is my inheritance.”
The Lord is my portion and the One who fills my cup. Apart from Him, I have no good thing.
The One who created heaven and earth, who holds all things in His hands, who is all-knowing and almighty—
He is my inheritance.
If that is true, then what is there for me to be so anxious about?
Even if one day I had no job, no property, no particular skill to make a living, no home, and nowhere to go—if I am willing to belong to Him, the Lord can still be my inheritance.
There is something about that truth that gives me such a deep sense of security.
Maybe it means even more to me right now because I’m going through a season with a lot of pressure.
My younger brother is still sick and hasn’t recovered yet. My mom isn’t working because she needs to take care of him. My dad is getting older, and his income has decreased. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one in the family who is still doing relatively okay.
For a while, the pressure felt overwhelming.
I felt like I couldn’t afford to get sick. I worked long hours, and even after finishing work, I would still spend time reading the Bible with my family. I was exhausted, and I barely even allowed myself to rest.
But after work today, my mom told me something about God’s provision.
She said that lately, while she cooks, she keeps talking to God and praying—and somehow, even her cooking has been turning out better than before.
Today there weren’t many ingredients left at home. After she finished cooking, she went out to buy groceries and simply told the Lord,
“Lord, it’s time to buy groceries now.”
And God led her to vegetables that were fresh and good quality—and happened to be on sale.
She even found beautiful peaches on sale.
She kept saying today:
“God didn’t give me more money, but He helped me spend less.”
And she saw that as an extra measure of grace.
That stayed with me.
Sometimes God’s provision doesn’t look like suddenly receiving more.
Sometimes it looks like having enough.
A discount at exactly the right time.
Good food on the table.
A meal that somehow tastes better.
Strength for another day.
A small reminder that He sees us.
Maybe this is what it means to say:
The Lord is my portion.
My security is not ultimately in how much I earn, how much I own, or how capable I am of holding everything together.
My security is that I belong to Him—and He is my inheritance.