CREDOS : Cost of hope — II

What little she had tried to squirrel away, he had used to support his drug habit. Their relationship had deteriorated to the point where she feared for her very safety. The last of the money she managed to tuck away allowed her to buy food for her children. She had nothing left.

As Amy described the extent of the situation, Danielle heard God’s soft whisper in her heart: “After the meeting, give Amy twenty dollars.” Danielle immediately thought, But I can’t. I only have forty dollars. She heard the order again. It was unmistakably clear. Danielle knew she needed to comply. When the meeting concluded, she reached into her purse and quietly slipped twenty dollars to Amy. Knowing Danielle’s situation, Amy was reluctant to accept it at first. But as a crowd of women came to give Amy hugs of support, Danielle told her that God wanted her to have it. Then Danielle left.

As Danielle unlocked the door to her car, she heard someone call her name. She turned to find Amy walking toward her. Tears filled Amy’s eyes as she began to speak. “How could you have known?” she asked. A large tear rolled down her cheek and dropped onto her shoulder as she reached into her purse. She pulled out a small amber prescription bottle. “I took the last one yesterday.” She pointed to the bottom of the label. “I’m a medication-dependent diabetic. I need this medication every day. I had no idea what I was going

to do.” —