Faithful?

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, 

for He who promised is faithful.

Hebrews 10: 23 NKJV

Faithful? Faithful.

Finances have been anorexic in my home for several years and unless God turns it around, we will be seeing the rib cage soon. This in large part has played a role in my previous post about trust. I was doing all I could to bring in the income we were receiving. Jeff’s disability is still in “review” with the appeals panel in Washington D.C. and our insurance has taken a vacation due to error in the system. We have had to choose whether to scream and kick our feet—I’ve made this choice too often—or cry out to God for His intervention.

Then the day came when I had to put gas in the van and pray I could make it to work and back over the next several days until I was paid again. I had carefully planned the direction of every penny. Then something unexpected happened and I was short. Thankfully, my tithe check was already deducted from my ledger, so I was not concerned.

That is until I slid in behind the steering wheel and saw that fuel needle hover too low on the gauge. I did the only thing I could do. I dipped into my overdraft fund so that I could make it to church and work. Shaken and choking down despair I drove to church and watched my hand tremble as I dropped that tithe check into the offering. It IS God’s money, after all, right?

My heart screamed. All reason told me, “Listen, God will understand.”
Perhaps He would, but then again, it’s been so long since I’ve been able to be faithful in giving to God what’s His. I knew I had to do it . . . and I cried the rest of the day.

That was March 28.

The next night, my daughter came home from a class and gave me a card. I opened it and saw it was from a woman at my church. It read, “Karlene, I’ve been asking God how I can bless you, and I felt I you might enjoy a couple hours of pampering.” There was a gift certificate to a salon.

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This woman had no idea that the following Saturday, April 2, was my birthday. She had no idea that in the quiet of my room, in the middle of the night, I asked my Father how I was going to manage to cut my hair again without totally creating a mess. What she knew was God asked her to send me that gift.

I feared returning to church the following Sunday. Several knew of my overdraft situation and worried about me. How in the world would I explain a new hair style?

The first person I saw that day commented on my hair and my first words, without thinking were, “It was a birthday gift from God.”

He is faithful to us. He will delight in giving us the desires of our hearts when we delight in Him.


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