As I cased the refrigerator for the week, I began to fear. I had never done that before. But we were almost down to our last and I had not a dime to spare. I was due to receive a paycheck on that coming Friday however, it was only early Monday evening. I had to ration out food for the rest of the week or as far as I could make it. I panicked when our ration’s only stretched to Wednesday.
I quickly summoned my son and showed him our line-up of food for the week. He looked at me as if I were less than a mother. “What are we going to do?” I told him I didn’t know but we would make it somehow. “Call grandma?” he ordered. I told him no. I was a grown woman with my own home, my own car, my own bills just like she has her own. I can’t keep running to mother when I get into financial trouble. At that moment my spirit asked, “what about me?” Yeah, I said what about you. I ‘m going to trust and believe that my son and I will not starve come Thursday. By the time Wednesday rolled around, I asked a co-worker to borrow some money so that I could get some groceries. Of course I didn’t mention it to her, which really wouldn’t have made a difference because she didn’t have it anyway. Wednesday night after my son and I ate, I took one last look in my refrigerator and cupboards. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. In my refrigerator sat a jug of water and maybe some butter. In the freezer was ice in the trays and a bag of okras. I hated okras as a child as I still do now. My son didn’t acquire a taste for them either. In the cupboards were spices. I prayed and went to bed.
The next morning as I woke. I thanked Jesus for a brand new day and went directly to my knees and prayed. I showered and dressed and then picked up my bible. This is something I do everyday. I asked the Holy Spirit to give me a scripture to get me through the day. Only on that day, I asked the Spirit to show me how my son and I were to be fed that evening. What God revealed to me was so amazing I began to praise him right then and there! As I opened my bible my page went directly to Matthews 14:17-21. As I finished reading he immediately told me to call one of my girlfriend who is also my sister in Christ. I told her my dilemma. She told me to come over after I got off from work. She only had $5.00 to spare. I told her I would and I said to myself that $5.00 is better than nothing. It would get me a pack of hot dogs at the least. That evening I met here and got the $5.00. Praise the living God! I bought two hamburgers, two orders of fries and two pops from Burger King. And then, we had cinnamon sticks from Taco Bells. How good is God? After our meals, I shared the testimony with my son as he smiled and agreed that God was amazing. We laughed and went to bed with our bellies full.
That was the first time I actually saw God work on me. I had a testimony! That was the first time I saw how God will step in at the last hour. I have had many testimonies after that but that was my first and my favorite. It wasn’t until then that I realized what a testimony really was. Nobody can tell it like I can. I still share that with people to this day. As soon as somebody complains about not having enough food or anything, I share my testimony. One of my friends said to me, “Did Burger King have a special or something that you were able to get all of that?” No they did not. It was God’s special. It was on his menu.