My husband and I got married in 1976. When we got home from the service, I had a receptionist job and he got a job with the National Cemetery (there was only one in Memphis then) and we weren't rich but we got by. Then I got pregnant with my second son and I quit my job because Phil had a good job and could support us.
My second son was born in 1980 and Phil lost his job several months later. I went back to work at
Zayre's Department store and Phil got a job at the VA Hospital as a nursing assistant and we were able to earn enough money to qualify for a loan for a nice house in a small family subdivision. Then, because of the unreasonable hours and the never-ending pressure to be 100% right on the hand-counted inventory 100% of the time, I quit my job with
Zayre's and once again became a full-time mom.
Phil's income alone was not really enough to support us both right then (he later moved up at the VA and I was able to go to school) and money was
waaaaaay past tight. In fact, every meal we ate was surrounded with water to make it go farther. We were barely able to keep shoes and school clothes on my 5-year-old! Every expenditure, including all doctor's visits, became a nightmare of "What will we do without?" and "How will we possibly pay this?" The not-so-easy payment plan became our stock and trade.
We attended a little church that was in our neighborhood during this time and loved the people that were there. We didn't want anyone to know how badly off we were financially, so we kept "our business" to ourselves. We even donated half of everything we had in the pantry to a drive for a young couple at the church who were in financial trouble in order to keep our secret. You know, pride is a funny thing. We would rather choke than let anyone- parents, family, friends, church family- we were in desperate need of help.
We were miserable with worry during these times. We would pray and pray and pray and were beginning to wonder if God was even listening. We needed clothes and nourishing food for our children and still God was silent.
Then, one Saturday night, while I was cleaning up after yet another night of soup for supper, I began to cry out to God, "God, if you are really listening, please, please, give us five dollars so that I can serve my children just ONE meal that doesn't have water around it." As I continued to cry and wash dishes, I was totally unaware that my husband was sitting in the den praying for the exact same five dollars as he watched our boys playing so I could clean up.
We got dressed and went to church as usual that Sunday totally unaware of the miracle that was about to happen. After the service, one of the older saints, a true prayer warrior, came up to me and handed me five dollars. I tried to refuse it, mostly out of pride. I will never forget what she told me, "Honey, God told me last night to give this to you and I try to never disobey God. If you don't take this, you will be stealing my blessing." I had never heard of stealing a blessing before, but she was so insistent that I joyfully took the money knowing it was the answer to my prayer.
What I didn't know was that outside God was still answering prayers. As my husband hustled the boys to the car to go home, one of the deacons called out to him saying he wanted to talk to him a minute. The deacon went to shake Phil's hand and in his palm was money. He had handed it to him that way so as not to embarrass him in front of everyone. Phil tried to turn it down, but the deacon told him, "Boy, God told me to give this to you, now take it." So Phil took it keeping it in his palm until he got to the car.
I jumped into the car said excitedly, "Phil, you will never guess what just happened. I prayed last night for five dollars and LOOK!" I exposed the five dollar bill in the palm of my hand.
I started to tell him "the rest of the story" when he interrupted teary-eyed, "Susan, I prayed the same prayer last night." He opened his hand and there lay ANOTHER five dollar bill.
For a moment all we could do was stare at one another, eyes brimming with tears, in silent gratitude to a God who cared enough, not only to answer our prayers, but to answer them exactly as we had prayed.
We rejoiced all the way to the grocery store. We bought a chicken, roast beef, vegetables, ground beef, spaghetti, and tomato sauce, as well as milk, bread, and butter. (ten dollars went a lot farther back then). Our children got not one, but a week's worth of filling meals WITHOUT water surrounding the meat (well, maybe a little for the pot roast)! And every meal we thanked God for what He had provided.
I didn't learn learn my two life verses until long after this miracle had restored my faith in a God who not only listens, but cares. The first verse is found in the twenty-ninth chapter of the book of Jeremiah,*"'Yes, I know what plans I have in mind for you,' Yahweh declares, 'plans for peace, not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. When you call to Me and come and pray to Me, I shall listen to you. When you search for Me, you will find Me; when you search wholeheartedly for Me,
I shall let you find Me,' Yahweh declares. '
I shall restore your fortunes and gather you in from all the nations and wherever I have driven you, 'Yahweh declares.
'I shall bring you back to the place from which I exiled you." (Jeremiah 29: 11-14) It is my belief that stopping at verse 11 keeps us from getting the full dose of encouragement available in these verses. God is telling the Israelites in Babylon that He knows exactly where they are, how they are doing and He cares and will bring them out of it. That is one of the lessons that God taught me through this situation.The second verse was the benediction every Sunday in another church to which we belonged. Paul writes to the church in Ephesus, "Glory be to Him whose power, working in us, can do infinitely more than we can ask or imagine; glory be to Him from generation to generation in the Church and in Christ Jesus, for ever and ever." (20-21) God owns the cattle on a thousand hills and is willing to sell the whole herd to fulfill your needs. He can do more for us than we can wrap our little brains around. All we have to do is trust WHOLEHEARTEDLY in Him.When things are desperate and you feel there is no way out, look to a loving Father who wants nothing more than to instruct and help His children. During our dark times, God taught us the difference between what we NEED and what we WANT. Keeping up with our friends was not only impossible, but also not cracked up to what we thought it should have been.
God also taught us a lesson on prayer and faith. God ALWAYS hears your prayers even when we feel like He's not listening. Remember what a pastor once told us, "God is never late. God is never early. God is always right on time."