My children had requested bikes for Christmas, but there was no money in the Christmas account. I had relocated from New York to California and the expenses were more than I had budgeted. I desperately didn’t want to disappoint the girls, so I did what I could: I visualized my daughter riding their new bikes along with my prayers.
As I prepared for work early one morning, my phone rang. It was Matthew, my landlord. He told me to listen to the sound of the shredder shredding my December rent check. Once the machine stopped, he said in a joyous tone, “the rent’s on me and the Mrs. this month. Merry Christmas from our family to yours.” Yes, a Merry Christmas indeed. Now I had the money for the girls’ bikes.
Reflection: Everything isn’t always as it seems. Sometimes you have to believe that the unseen will be seen.