It was in the mid to late 1990s that I had the worst financial struggles as a single mom raising three teenagers alone. I had no family support, and an ex who refused to pay child support. I worked multiple jobs, yet still could not fully provide for my family. One winter, the temperature dropped to the single digits. My teenage son, who normally, proudly walked around in shorts and a T-shirt in the winter, begged me for a winter jacket to replace the one he had long outgrown.
I was far behind on paying my utility bills. The credit cards I relied on to buy groceries, gas, or sometimes pay utilities were full. One evening, overwhelmed with the desperate situation, I tearfully sought out God’s help in spite of the anger I felt towards Him over our drastic situation. After several years of extreme poverty, I saw no relief in sight. I was physically exhausted, mentally spent, and spiritually tired of God’s silence.
“You know the weather’s frigid, and Jonathan badly needs a jacket. I need to pay bills. Why don’t you help us? You know how hard this is. I can’t go on working so many jobs. God, Please! I need $500. No matter how hard I try, I am just not qualified for a better paying job. Just $500! Please!” I had been crying to the point I could barely draw another breath.
“Maybe, I should get a job as bar tender, where I know I can make better money!” I threatened between sobs of angry frustration.
Suddenly, in spite of my intense emotions, I felt a warmth, an immediate sense of peace wash over me. In my mind, I clearly heard, “Let me show you what I will do for you.” I heard this twice. I fell asleep with a sense of calm in my spirit, though I was not sure what it was He would do.
God had amazed me with many miracles of love before. Each time, I gained a deeper sense of awe for Him. The next day, I received a call from my daughter’s, friend’s mother.
“Elizabeth, the kids save their tithes till the end of the year, then choose a family to give it to. This year they chose yours.” She promised to drop it off at my work. I was speechless. I figured, kids’ tithing, maybe $100 dollars at best. If so, I could buy Jonathan’s jacket and maybe pay a bill. My pride over accepting charity had been shot long before.
The next day, she gave me a thick, sealed envelope. I could feel coins, and assumed the rest were dollar bills. “I hope this helps,” she said.
I thanked her profusely, and tucked it away. Unable to resist my curiosity, I went to the bathroom to see. The $564 in that envelope took my breath away. I had been angry, blaming God for my problems, thinking He didn’t care for the hundredth time, yet His love and faithfulness abounded even though I was resenting Him. God answered my prayer for $500, then threw in $64, the exact cost of Jonathan’s new jacket.
Praise God from who all blessings flow!
By ~ Elizabeth Yalian ©2013