Recently, I decided to tithe with the money I had made over the past two summers. It ended up being a rather healthy sum of money, but I knew it was the right thing to do, so I did it.
Recently, there have been a number of expenses that have seeped into my life, almost unnoticeably: fixing my car, buying an engagement ring, buying a new laptop, etc.
Unfortunately, being that my job is a student, I do not have a steady, reliable source of income.
I guess I just ended up in this spot where I was like "Crap, I cannot, of my own powers, make anything happen in this circumstance."
Enlightened as to my humanity, I came to understand why it is that we tithe. It is to put ourselves in the position where we must rely on God. Truthfully, we are always in that positions--but playing with our money in such a way that we inflict that feeling upon ourselves--this brings us closer to God necessarily.
And you know what?
God does provide.
This weekend, my Mammy handed me a card with two fifty dollar bills in it, and the card said it was for the purpose of fixing my car.
I know now something that I could not have understood had I simply *read* or *thought* about it.
God is continually breaking into my world, like a thief in the night.
Never when I expect him, but always and faithfully on time.
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