The $ 450 Loan

Early in the morning my work number rang. In front of me, I had a fresh cup of coffee and cookies that “Mary” (I never met her) baked. Also in my desk was a small gift, left from the night before, for me I hope, wrapped in red paper, no card, no name.

I looked at the caller ID it was a good friend that goes way back. I picked up.
_ Good morning day flower, she said
_ Good morning white flower, I replied

Without much talk she asked for 450 dollars of my hard earned cash! Can you believe it?
_ Till Saturday, she said
_ Silence...
_ So can you do it, can you lend me? She asked again as I recollected from the shock.
Immediately I remembered: 2010 is my sinless year. To say NO, I would have to lie, because I have it and I can lend it.

Suffering in silence I replied: Sure...

Later on still somewhat disturbed (LOL) I decided to open the red gift. If it is candy it will be comforting. If it is something else, I will consider its God speaking to me about my decision.

Well it wasn’t candy, it was 3 gospel CDs of old beautiful hymns: I know: it was God speaking to me. The title: "Then Sings my Soul."

I had called my pastor already, not about the loan, but about this blog, and misdialed calling Mark (my ex-husband) instead. He asked me what I wanted and obviously I sounded like full blown idiot. Uhh I called you? I did hum? hahahah.. Oh I meant to call Pastor Ophir, sorry, hahahah.. I can’t believe it, hahaha I still call your number by accident hahaha. He hung up, and so did I.

Anyway...

Strapped for cash. Me and so many of my wonderful friends. I thought of them.

Jane: a chocolate doll with the biggest, dreamiest eyes ever, yet fierce, strong, determined. A warrior.
Kaka: an explosion of red curls and freckles, but just a white little lamb for those that know her. Cryes all the time.
Angela: a porcelain doll with silky hair and snow white skin, loving, so funny when she gets clammy, adorable. A melting butter.
Arelis: very similar to Angela, curvy, sexy, sultry thick hair reddish and long, another lamb in disguise always with teary eyes. A powder puff.
Wanda : caramel blonde, light green eyes of someone that has cried many tears for many years, just this Sunday after church she told me with the biggest smile and scintillating eyes: this year I think I can finally see my daughter.
Elyane: my own mom, dark reddish hair long, fair skin, big brown eyes, pretty and strong. I mean very strong. Works daily, sometimes from 9am to 11pm; she is just 10 days short of her 67th birthday. She makes a fire fighter blush with her strenght.

Back to Sunday after church,,,well I went home bitter. I was thinking of Wanda teary eyes and big smile talking about the long missed daughter. I felt ill…

“Virtuous woman, who can find her? For her price is far above rubies” Proverbs 31: 10 on talks about this woman who is decent, kind, does charity, is a good wife and mom, but above all is SUCCESFULL in business.

Ladies instead of just raising our daughters to have some education and a good job, or to count on the provision of a husband, lets raise our daughters according to the model of this strong woman of the Bible, who was so successful she employed people and supplied for many.

I mean, I do want my daughter to make it big. Not crazy big, like 50cent get rich or die trying, NO
But I do want her to have it in the back of her mind: Besides God, I am my own provider.