While transitioning from married life to life as a single mom, life was very difficult. With limited funds, a young baby and a low-paying job, I could barely survive.
Engaging in acts of charity and kindness should have been the last thing I would want to do, especially when there was only enough money to pay bills, a baby sitter and get food for the baby. My heart strings were being pulled to give my tithes and offering. Still, I was afraid to trust God.
However, one night, hungry and afraid, I knelt to pray as I normally did, but this time was different. I felt a strong sense of the presence of God. I said, “God, I know that you want me to trust you, but I am afraid.”
It was as if God had come into my room and said, “Just trust me and see what I will do.” With tears flooding my cheeks, I continued praying as I got up and dressed my young son for bed.
Suddenly the phone rang. It was an elderly lady that I knew was a dedicated prayer warrior. She said that as she was praying, God spoke to her and told her that I needed some food. How could she know? I had only told God that I needed some food, but yet God told her that I was hungry?
I knew this had to be God, so I gathered my young son in his blanket and went to her house with the little gas I had. Upon my arrival, I was met by the gray-haired lady. There was no conversation, just a few words. “Let the Lord bless you, little Linda.” Behind her were five large bags of groceries. All I could do was fall to my knees, giving thanks to God.