After a long (short) day of working hard (hardly working) as a substitute teacher, I went grocery shopping on the way home. I skipped this activity last week because I really couldn’t afford to buy anything. I ate a lot of baked potatoes instead.
As the cashier rang up my items, totalling $30, I thought about how I probably couldn’t afford it… but I didn’t purchase anything wasteful, and I would just have to make ends meet somehow. I flashed back to last week, when I slipped my credit card through the machine in exchange for a new pair of glasses (on order).
I don’t know how, but I am confident God will provide.
After I unloaded my groceries, I paused to open my mail. I was most curious about a plain white envelope that bore no evidence of the sender but the postmark. I instantly knew who it was, but wondered what this person had to send.
That’s right. $100. For me.
I’m still shaking my head in surprise.
Somehow, it’s even more exciting to see how God meets our needs when it’s done at the genoristy of other people.