Right now, I’m down to my last $20.
Everything’s covered, but not much was left over this week. That’s alright.
Today, on the way back from the store, my kids really wanted ice cream.
They really, really wanted it. Tears and all.
I said no. I’m low on cash and might need that $20 until payday. We have enough food at home; no ice cream.
I heard them sigh, and then, “God, we really want ice cream. Can you give Mommy some money so we can get some tonight? We know you can. Thank you.”
Oh, for crying out loud.
“Kids,” I said, “God’s not going to just give us money for ice cream. He’s busy with serious stuff right now.”
“Nope,” Josh said. “God said you’ll have plenty of money for ice cream and to give to the disaster people.”
“Josh…that’s not how it works,” I started to say, but stopped. Then we got home.
And there was mail.
In the mail was an envelope.
In the envelope was a $123 check from a student loan overpayment from 2007. The kids weren’t surprised. God didn’t bat an eye. They had ice cream. The Red Cross got a donation.
And I remembered, once more, the power of a child’s faith.
