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“And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19).

Often, when we engage in social conversations with family or friends, we don’t plan what we’re going to talk about. The conversation just flows naturally from one topic to another. A month ago, I was speaking to my cousin Audrey, and somehow the topic of figs came up. I can’t even remember why, but she mentioned that she needed some figs. I remarked on how expensive fresh figs are at the store and how the containers seem to have so few, which is why I don’t usually buy them. I suggested dried figs, but she wanted fresh ones, and that’s where we left the conversation.

A few days later, I was speaking to my dear friend, Sister Knight, and guess what came up again? Figs! We began reminiscing about the fig tree that used to be right around the corner from church. As we talked, I vividly recalled one Sabbath morning when we picked ripe purple figs from that tree. It was my first time seeing and tasting figs, and the sweet, tantalizing flavor still lingers in my memory. It was such a delicious and memorable moment. Sadly, a few years later, someone cut down the tree, likely because they didn’t understand its value. Oh, how we longed to sit beneath that tree again, enjoying its delicious fruit.

I believe God must have heard my unspoken longing for figs, because what happened next seemed nothing short of divine intervention. I hadn’t mentioned my craving for figs to my husband, and even if I had, it wouldn’t have mattered because he didn’t go out looking for them. But one day, out of the blue, he came home from work with a bag of fresh figs! I was stunned. When I asked where he had gotten them, he said his foreman brought them from his own fig tree. How random! My husband, an electrician working on a construction site, just happened to be offered figs by his foreman, who happened to have a fig tree bearing fruit at that very moment. Wow! I didn’t see that coming, but I was so grateful.

After that, his foreman continued bringing us more figs. We went from having no figs to having plenty! We even dehydrated some to keep them from going bad so we could enjoy them longer. Last week, he invited the children over to pick figs, and they had a wonderful time. I ate so many figs that day, and even more on Sabbath. Since we had such a large supply, we shared some at church, and a few people tried figs for the first time.

This may not seem like much to some, but to me, it’s a big deal. God is a provider, and He hears everything we say. I didn’t specifically pray for figs, but because He is so caring, He moved the heart of a stranger to show kindness to my husband, blessing us in the process. This experience reminded me that God provides—whether it’s something big or small—and through it, He also forged a new friendship. To show our gratitude, I plan to return the foreman’s kindness by filling his containers with homemade granola.