Not long after our second child was born the choice to be a stay at home mom was beginning to create serious financial challenges. We were down to our last can of baby formula. There was barely enough washing powder to do a full load of old fashioned cloth diapers. The disposable ones had long since run out.
I was sitting in my favorite spot at the kitchen table when the sun topped the trees and came shinning through the picture window in splendor. I sat quietly with my study Bible, my pen and my paper sipping on a cup of coffee wondering where the money for food would come from. It was a moment of incredible peace in spite of the poverty that my family was experiencing.
We were new Christians. My husband and I had little discipleship or basic teaching on faith, finances or family. We were active in our local church but were embarrassed to share our struggles. Still in our young hearts a hope stirred that could not be denied and we carried on. We would redeem a few soda pop bottles and it would always be just enough to get us through to the next paycheck.
One day as we drove through the countryside looking for bottles we turned on the car radio. The local D.J. was playing a game. In order to participate in the game we had to send a post card to the radio station. If the radio station drew our post card from the box of entries we would get a call. If we answered the phone by saying the radio station jingle we would win a small cash prize. We decided to give it a try. When we went to the post office to mail our card it did not meet postal regulations so we couldn’t mail it. We headed home pondering the cares of the day when we realized that we had just passed the radio station. My husband turned the car around into the little parking lot and ran in to drop off our entry card. We scoffed at the possibility of winning and shared a good laugh as we practiced the radio jingle the rest of the way home.
We pulled up onto our carport a little discouraged with the small amount of money we received for our collection of pop bottles that day. As we were taking our kids out of their car seats we heard the phone ringing inside the house. We had not even unlocked the door yet. We both shrugged our shoulders and smiled. “It couldn’t be, or could it?” Well we weren’t taking any chances so we raced for our keys and burst through the door. I picked up the phone and said the wondrous words that the D. J. wanted to hear before realizing that it really was the D.J. The next thing I heard was, “Congratulations, you have won the jackpot!” He was announcing our miracle all over the city. I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm a second longer. I looked over at my husband and began shouting and praising God over the radio air waves. Finally we regained our composure enough to thank the D.J. and the radio station and say good-bye.
Later that day my husband and I were still rejoicing around the kitchen table where I had prayed for a miracle. We heard the door bell ring. It was a member of our church who lived nearby. He said he was listening to the radio when we won the jackpot. He said that the Holy Spirit immediately spoke to him and told him to come to us and match the amount of money we had just won which was $25. In obedience he pulled out his wallet and gave us enough cash to maintain us until the check arrived in the mail from the radio station. We were momentarily stunned, thinking we must be dreaming. But it wasn’t a dream it was a miracle. This precious man was really standing in our kitchen and for the second time in one day our hearts sang out to God.
God worked that day through the world and through a humble servant to meet our desperate need. He taught us the first of many lessons on His provision. He showed Himself faithful. He heaped a double portion of financial blessing upon us and launched our new found faith into orbit. For that and all the thousands of other blessings that have followed, even some twenty years later, I never cease to be amazed.