I remember the bleak day I realized I had enough food for two more days. I had no money and no job. How would I take care of my four young sons? I tried to pray, but fear hung suspended in my mind and choked any semblance of words. I wanted to cry, but realized that once I started, the tears might never end. Single parenting and children who had more needs than I could fill paralyzed my thoughts.

Swallowing my pride, I phoned my parents in another state. Perhaps they’d take the boys until I got on my feet. The thought of parting with them made me physically ill. They had already dealt with abandonment issues from their father’s recent departure, and I knew being separated from me would increase their insecurities – and mine.

After the phone call to my parents and the news that they felt something good would happen soon, I painted a smile on my face and went through the motions of preparing the boys’ dinner. The doorbell rang, interrupting my silent prayer for faith. A middle-aged woman stood there, looking somewhat perplexed and nervous.

“Can I help you?” My voice released staggering emotions.

She nodded and gave me a faint smile. “I think so. God told me that the family living here needs food. I have my station wagon full of groceries.”

My boys rushed to her vehicle and helped carry in bag after bag. Not since Christmas had they been so excited. Me either, for that matter.
God had sent an angel to feed my family! The food in those grocery bags fed us for a long time. Every item was something I would have purchased, even special treats. This blessing marked the beginning of many. Within a week I found a job directing a day care center, and my children never went hungry or without care. The true treasure was the provision of our faithful Father who ensured that our family never had to be separated.