oon after my husband was released from the hospital after having his first stroke, he was admitted to the Veterans Hospital in Nashville, Tennessee. I was still living in Baton Rouge, trying to sell our home so that we could move to Tennessee. Finances were very tight; in fact, I hardly had any money at all. Everything I received went to pay bills.
One Sunday morning I pulled into the church parking lot, got out of my car, and walked to the sidewalk. Along the way, my eyes fell on a crumpled dollar bill on the ground. I reached down and picked it up. Because I had arrived late, I was alone in the parking lot.
I thought, I could put a dollar’s worth of gas into my car . . . I could buy a box of Kleenex. There were suddenly so many ways I could think of to spend this one dollar.
However, my church upbringing suddenly came into play. I had always been taught to give an offering. I said to myself, I guess God let me find this dollar bill so I would have something to give in the offering today. So that is what I did.
As the service ended, I began talking with some friends, answering questions about my husband and his progress. One individual came up to me and shook my hand, leaving a bill in my hand. I was so startled I didn’t have time to thank him as he quickly moved away. I put the bill in my purse and continued answering questions as I made my way out of the church.
When I got to my car, I looked at the bill. It was a hundred dollar bill! I could not believe my eyes! My dollar offering had grown into a hundred dollars what a miracle! Now I could buy the gasoline and Kleenex and many other things I needed.
I was very familiar with the words of Malachi 3:10: “Prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.” God had just proven Himself faithful to me! This incident was also a witness to my children if we are faithful to God, He will be faithful to us!