Sometimes, we mothers get so tired of trying to be good financial stewards. We carefully shop, cook and manage so that little is wasted. When a crisis comes, our foundation is shaken and the rain-of-tears starts to fall. . . We feel hopeless and destitute.
It seems that when great trials come, we seek God more. We rely on Him because we cannot manage the impossible on our own.
Today, as I was driving home from my errands, I realized that all my worries this week had been resolved. I had been through yet another storm, and had survived.
"O ye of little faith." - This passage echoes in my mind from Scripture.
Sometimes I wonder, "Lord, did you decree poverty for me, so I could comfort the poor?"
Blessings
Mrs. White
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