Give us this day our daily bread
On my very first day in college, just
before I was to write the check for my semester meal ticket, I
discovered someone had cleaned out my checking account. Though all my
other college costs had been paid for, I had no money for food,
except for the thirty-some dollars I had in my wallet.
I was terrified.
I managed to survive that semester on
rice, onion soup mix and bananas, though I was often hungry.
When I went home for Christmas, my dad
and I had a dad to son talk about how things were going at college.
Very matter of factly, he told me how he was going to increase his
financial assistence so I could get a meal ticket for the next
semester.
Not until then did it dawn on me: when
things were so hard, why hadn't I called my dad? For eighteen years
he had taken care of me. Certainly he would continue to care for me.
I deeply appreciate the
“Lord's prayer.” When I pray the prayer I think,
“Thank you Lord for food—for plenty of good food!”
LR
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