Today was rather nerve-wracking! I prayed that I’d be able to begin paying the mammoth care bills from today. I had three of them all in the mail together yesterday.
That scared me, because adding them together, a few quid more and I would have owed £1,000 altogether.
I only have a little over £70 coming in each week for myself, at present, and hubby’s pension had been stopped for a while, while someone recalculated what he should be getting as a single man.
Anyone caring for someone with a terminal illness ought to be aware that a husband and wife will be treated as separated if one of them goes into care, and their income will reflect that of two single people. I know that this is yet another dig against marriage in this sinful world, and the terminology used is frightening for a wife to have to hear; especially when you’ve both made your vows in church before God and other witnesses.
Get used to that, folks. Because that’s what happens.
Anyway, so I had three bills. Naturally, I prayed about them, as I want to honour God and: “Give to Caesar what belongs to him, and to God what belongs to Him.” It honours God to obey His commandments, and that’s what I prayed for.
As I was tootling about, getting ready, I suddenly ‘heard’: “Pay the biggest one.” And then, I swear, it thundered.
I prayed over that, and what I thought had hit my heart and mind, and left it all in God’s hands.
There’s much more to this story, but after sorting out a few bits of related business today, I then went to see what I could pay. And the biggest bill was affordable this morning.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I certainly do believe in miracles. Sitting here, I am reminded of a prayer I prayed when I was a new Christian, almost six years ago. I said to the Lord I wanted to hear His voice.
Today, I did.
To God be the glory.