When the unexpected happened

How would we pay our bills? How would we put food on the table?

It was March, which is the end of summer in South Africa, and we sat on our veranda listening to the somber words of our president: Schools are closed; theaters are closed; no public gatherings are allowed; borders are shut down; all travel and tourism are immediately stopped. 

While my two “tween” children ran and skipped for joy that school was out for the foreseeable future, I stared into the distance, not knowing what we would do. How would we pay our bills? How would we put food on the table? How would we live? I knew from experience that I could trust God, our loving Father-Mother, to meet all our needs; however, the fear seemed overwhelming.

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