I was young, nineteen, with two kids and going to school full time, me, not them. My only income was from my dad's G.I bill which allowed him to send two dependents to school, allowing them to recieve $211 a month, $100 child support check and whatever grant money I had left over after purchasing books and paying tuition.
With $311 monthy I paid rent, utilities included,(don't envision something fancy for $120 monthy, though the roaches thought they were in roach heaven), bought groceries, with the temporary help of food stamps,(they embarrassed me so I eventually weaned myself from them), gas for my $10 car,(bet you can't find one like that anymore, simply because that one caught on fire on my way to school one day!),nice fairly elaborate christmas and birthday splashes for my kids, (guilt relieve for them having to struggle through school with me), with enough left over for a small savings account!! This was in the late '70's. I doubt this could be achieved today. Car insurance was required back then so that was a tremendous savings. I also had wonderful parents who did free babysitting, picked my food up at the commissary on base for and added savings, and unsolicited butt kicking whenever I got discouraged.
You can see how every cent counted in my household. One afternoon after recieving my child support check I trotted out to the bank in my lovely car (sarcasm, did you catch it?)to discover I was checkless! Going back home I turned over ever leaf looking for my lost item.
I opened every school book, emptied every dresser drawer, dumped the trash on the floor, (the roaches appreciated that, it was like take-out for them), scrounged through the toy chests, then stuck my hand in every shirt, skirt and pants pocket. I was devastated. No check. I was on the verge of some heavy crying.
I went to bible study and asked for prayers. Suggestions galore rolled off every tongue,(but no love offerings in the way of hard cash). I tucked some prospective ideas into my memory, none of which panned out when I got home. Finally the obvious solution came from the group. "Don't worry, God knows where it is." Nice sentiment from people who didn't need $100 as badly as I did. God difinetly didn't need it, so why wouldn't he share his knowledge with me!!! He owned the cattle on a thousand hills, at least give me something for my money! A brisket, roast, a hundred pounds of hamburger meat!
Weeks went by and I gave up. The check was hopelessly lost. I would make do, after all God had taught me he would meet my needs even if he was hiding my money. I pillaged from my savings and continued living on a shoestring, which is pretty tasty with sufficient Itallian sauses and spices. Good for roughage.
One sleepless night after studying I picked up some light reading and fluffed my pillows. I stretched, yawned and leaned back, opening the book. Something fluttered to the bed covers. I crunched it up and tossed it into the wastebasket across the room....then I flew after it!! Guess what it was!! Yep, my check. All wrinkled but still cashable. The light reading? My bible. Bible. Light for your path. Light reading. Get it? Now I'd been reading this book regularly yet God choose the perfect time for it to dislodge from whatever pages it was stuck between. My prayer group was correct. God did know where it was! He revealed it to me only after reminding me he was my sufficiency. I informed him I learned my lesson and he didn't need to repeat the question on the final exam.