Back about five years ago, believing in God, was the hardest thing for me to do. I hate to say it now, but then I didn’t believe in Him at all. I mean how could I, the way that my life was and all the bad that had happened to me. It seemed that my kids weren’t going to be able to have a Christmas at all because I could barely get the bills paid let alone buy things for Christmas. I was at the grocery store about four days before Christmas getting what little bit of groceries I could afford to get so that way my kids could at least have a Christmas dinner when my oldest asked me why we didn’t have a tree up with presents under it. The only thing that I could do was to tell him the truth, I just didn’t intend on anyone to hear me, but someone did, I told him that the reason there was no tree and no presents was because I couldn’t afford to get him and my daughter anything plus pay the bills to keep a roof over our heads. He told me that he understood and that he wasn’t mad at me nor was he hurt, which hurt me, as a parent I should have been able to pay the bills plus have a tree up with at least a few gifts under the tree for both of my children. As me and my children were loading the groceries into the trunk of my car this African American couple inside a black SUV pulled up behind us and asked if they could talk to me…at first I was a bit scared because the way that the world is today, but something told me that it was okay and to go ahead and go talk to them, so I did. The lady told me that she had received a message from God and that message was that she was to help me. I told her thanks but no thanks, but then she told me that I really didn’t have a choice because God had sent her to me and she had to do what He told her to do, so she handed me an envelope and made me promise to use it for my children, so I did. When I got home and actually had a chance to look inside the envelope, my heart fell to the ground and all I could do was cry…inside the envelope was $500.oo and a note reading “Merry Christmas. Love God”
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