giniesaucedoWhen Mom passed away in 2018, we didn’t feel worthy of God’s love or help which gravely limited what He could do for us through others.
We received $80 and it meant the world to us. There was a note with no name that said they knew it wasn’t much but hoped it would help.
When I touched the envelope I got the impression these $80 were what that person made in a day. We thanked God and asked Him to bless the person who had shared so generously with us during our time of grief.
Dad’s co-workers raised about another $300.
Mom’s family helped with $1000 (used for rent and part of the car payment).
Dad got a $1000 loan from work so we could pay for mom’s cremation (but we didn’t have enough for an urn).
Flash forward to 2022.
The moment family and friends were notified that Dad was in the ICU, the support started to flood in.
Text messages. Prayers. Groceries. Flowers. Money. An abundance of them.
They didn’t wait to see if the worst would happen first.
They heard the news and they acted, moved by love and God.
$20 here, $200 there, $800, $50, $100, $300, $400 and so on. For days, weeks and months even after he passed.
His funeral costs completely covered by his employer (including a beautiful urn).
I was overflowing with gratitude for every single act of kindness, message and dollar.
Together they raised over $7k. For us.
The main difference between 2018 and 2022 was how much work we had done around accepting we were worthy of God’s love.
Waking up and accepting that we were, in fact, unconditionally loved by God.
After this experience, there was a moment I decided for real, without guilt and at a deeper level that money was a really, really, really good thing.
Being supported by money was good. It was important. It gave me the luxury of space and time to just be.