In honor of the late Paul Harvey,
Now for the Rest of the Story;
Picking up from the end of the blog story “I Failed”
The car’s gas gauge read below empty at least 10 miles from home that evening. But, on Sunday morning, we drove it to church and back home. On Sunday night, we drove back to church again. I knew we were experiencing a miracle. It was enough for me and I worshipped. After church that night there was some type of social with food in the gym. Of course, the kids and I went before going back home.
During the social, David Hamilton (a friend of mine) asked if I could go across the street to his office for a minute. I agreed. The kids were fine with many friends watching them and the office was just 200 feet away. David walked in and sat down behind his desk. I sat in front of the desk to wait on him to finish whatever he needed to do.
David was an accountant. There were checks, receipts and check books all orderly arranged on his desk. Soon, he stretched out his hand and said, “God impressed on me that you needed this.” I looked at his hand to see a check made out to me in the amount of $250.00. Tears began to well up in my eyes. I said, “David, I don’t know when I will be able to pay this back.” He replied, “Don’t. Just give it to someone else in the future who may need it.”
The welling tears turned to a steady stream, a river, then to sobs as the emotion of the weekend spilled out on the floor.