Reminders

Recently I attended a women's conference with my lovely daughter, and God really spoke to me in a new way. I went away with many things to ponder and I was blessed more than I can say.

One thing that caught my attention was a reference to God's faithfulness in our lives and how we don't often share that! While Michael and I can recall endless ways in which God rescued us, blessed us, and answered our prayers, I'm not sure we focus on them enough! The speaker suggested we share them with our children often, because they many not know.

Now, we Moyers are storytellers, so I'm thinking we have shared more than most people. When we all get together, we love to reminisce about our family. However, I think it is a great idea to go back and reiterate God's presence and help in our lives. So, as I think of them, I will be writing here some of the examples of God's faithfulness through the years. Some may be small, some more dramatic, but all are precious to our memory!

One that came to my mind this morning happened when we lived in Memphis. Michael and I had been married just a few months, and we were really struggling financially. We were in transition and would only be there 8 months, so I didn't work and Michael was in school. We had one car, and he took it with him every day. We weren't getting paid much, so I bought groceries on $55 for two weeks. On the weekends, as I have told here before, we drove home and ate as much as we could at our parents' houses, and Nannie gave us gas money to get back home. Our tithe was $50 every two weeks.

I don't really remember what unusual expense came up, but we were down to our last $50 bill and I hadn't bought groceries yet! Michael and I discussed it, and we decided to tithe anyway. I'm serious when I say we did not have a pantry full of extra food. We didn't even have any food sitting around that we didn't like but could manage to survive on. (You know, that stuff in the back that you don't know where it came from and you will never cook it, so you end of giving it to the Boy Scouts when they have their food drive.)

We went back to our home church that weekend, and stuffed the offering envelope with that $50 bill. We ate as much as we could hold while we were home, Nannie filled up our car, and we went back to Memphis. I think we ate toast or something like that the next day. It wasn't very filling.

Monday afternoon, I went to check the mail, and there was an envelope from my grandfather. We never got mail, so I was pretty excited! I opened it, and inside was a $50 bill. Not two twenties and a ten, but a $50 bill. There was no note or anything, just a return address on the envelope.

My grandfather had to have mailed that to us before we even needed it! How grateful I am that God knows our needs before we do and provides for us!