It was just a couple of years since I escaped to the Women and
Children in Crisis Center with my children in order to leave an abusive
marriage. I was grateful for the newfound peace and safety that I felt within
the walls of my home. However, financial pressures due to a mound of debt that
was left behind and the financial responsibility of raising my three daughters
completely on my own with just a teacher’s salary, weighed heavily on my mind. It
was December. Christmas was approaching and I didn’t have any extra money. Not
a dime! How would I buy gifts for my children? Should I let them dream and wish
for Santa? Or should I sit down with my oldest two daughters (13 and 10 years old)
and explain to them the situation; that Santa would not be able to visit this
year.
"Sister Hug" |
Playing in the snow! You can see my little blue car in the background. |
In addition to worrying about extra money for Christmas gifts and treats, the tires on my small car were completely bald and I knew it was just a matter of time before I had a flat tire or worse an accident on the icy snowy roads because of tires with no traction. I had gone to the tire shop and asked what it would cost to replace the tires and it was almost exactly the same amount of money that I had set aside for tithing that month. I went home and started to think and try and figure out how I was going to pay this extra expense. I knew that the safety of my children was the most important thing and so in my mind I started to rationalize whether or not I should pay my tithing that month.
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