God as caregiver

It happened in New York City, between Thanksgiving and Christmas. An unexpected expense had wiped out nearly everything I had except the money to pay my rent and basic bills. I'd be spending a month with almost no cash.

An inventory of my cupboards revealed I had enough canned food to get by. But more important, I spent some time praying to know that God would take care of my needs. This wasn't the first time I'd prayed in this way, but it was the first time that I had to trust wholeheartedly. I didn't tell anyone of my situation because I wanted to rely on God instead of on people.

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