God’s love overflows in my life; sometimes like a flood and sometimes like a drip.
As an undergraduate student, I had a meager budget. I lived in a dorm in a single room, with no meal plan. To earn money, I did odd jobs in the community such as babysitting, tutoring, giving piano lessons, or accompanying area congregations for worship services.
It had been a long time between assignments and I was broke. I did not even have a package of Ramen Noodles or a can of soup. I was praying and a small voice said, “Check your mailbox.” Mail arrived later on Saturday, but at this continued nudging, I said aloud to no one, “OK, I’ll go check my mailbox.”
It contained a letter from a member of the church where Daddy had been a pastor. We left that church two years earlier. Inside was a letter and $2 in cash. “Every year,” Mrs. Mosier wrote, “I give $2 a month to a different cause.” She had been praying and felt the Holy Spirit directing her to send it to me and to send it in cash.
After a brief prayer of thanks, I went to the grocery and purchased staples plus veggies from a dented-can sale and had .50 left. This would purchase a can of pop and a small sweet treat. But these “luxury items” would have cost me everything. I returned the treat to the shelf and purchased a can of pop for .25. I gave .25 in the offering the next morning.
Since then, I have made larger offerings, but never with such a heart of gratitude. Today, when I am at the “bottom-of-my-piggy-bank” with needs, illnesses, or burdens, my Heavenly Father reminds me that His love continues above all that I can ever ask or think.