My husband and I have been experiencing a rough patch,
financially speaking. Our kids haven’t
missed any meals, which, I know, some folks worry with daily. But we’ve delayed many bills. Several are sorely past due. And we’ve had to take some fairly drastic
steps recently, for which we’ve heard our fair share of criticism.
While taking these drastic steps, several kind souls stepped
forward insisting they help or get us help.
And while we know that there are folks out there who are in much worse
circumstances than us, we really needed the help. So we choked down our egos and accepted the
help, gratefully.
I’ve never really been in this situation before. I mean, money has been tight before, and God
was faithful and somehow we just made it through. This time, money was tighter than it ever had
been, and expenses kept coming but the income just wasn’t there. And God was faithful once again. Through some folks who care about us.
And I’m finding that it is very difficult to look these
people in the eyes right now. Because I’m
not really certain that they know what they’ve done for us. Their help, or getting the help, has
prevented stress and worry and creditors knocking and utilities being shut off. And the help means we’re actually going to
get by. I’m not sure they know how much
they’ve helped. They completed a sort of
financial bridge for us.
So I’ve been wondering…. Why don’t I have this same sense of
humility for what God has done for me?
For cleansing me from my sins?
For bridging the great divide between Him and myself? Has my knowledge of this saving grace become
common place to me? Has it become less
valuable to me? I should have the same
humility, the same gratefulness, as I do to these folks who helped us in a time
of great need.
Because we wouldn’t have made it by without them. And I won’t make it home without HIM.
