I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread.
Psalm 37:25 (NIV)
When Hubby’s company transferred him to Charleston, South Carolina, we had a five year old, a newborn baby and more expenses than money. One Sunday morning, after paying all the bills and buying meds for our oldest son and me, we found ourselves without money for groceries. This was a first for us.
With no family or friends to turn to, worried and in low spirits we decided to go to church anyhow. I remember the preacher saying, “There’s someone here today who doesn’t know how they’re going to feed their family.” My hubby dropped his head and started to cry. “But I promise you,” the preacher continued, “before you get hungry this day the Lord will provide!” I buried my face in my baby’s neck to hide my tears from my older child.
Trusting in the preacher’s promise and believing God for a miracle, we drove around downtown before heading home. When we arrived at the house my husband’s Mother and sister were waiting … having driven all the way from Florida to surprise us!
“Boy,” his Mama yelled, hugging and kissing us, “Where have y’all children been? We just finished shopping! Get here and get these groceries out the trunk before they spoil!”