Two Fridays ago, I opened up my bank account online and found that I had received only one week of unemployment. At first, I just figured it was an error, but then I began to wonder if it could be that I was at the end of it. I called. I was at the end of it. I thought I had another 3 months.

For 10 or 15 minutes, I worried. I sat on the edge of my bed and asked myself, "What am I going to do?" I answered myself by saying, "Well, I guess I'm going to have to get on over to KMart or something like that and just get something."

Then, I remembered. I remembered how God has clearly taken care of me since Ken's death, step by step. Increasingly, I have come to realize that He intends to keep His Word on behalf of the widow and on behalf of anyone who will, in reality, trust Him. So, I stopped worrying. I said, "I'm just not going to be troubled by this. God will see to it."

(Now, I have to throw a story from 2007 in here before I go on. I moved into my townhome in January of 2007, spent many hours searching for a job until May and then said, "Lord, I'm leaving this with You. I am not looking anymore. People sound like their interested in me and then I don't hear from them. I quit. You know what kind of job I need, You know how much I need to make and You know me, what I can do and what my capabilities are at this point in my life."

On August 2nd, I got a call from the staffing agency. I had not heard from them for months. The girl asked me "Are you working?" I told her "no." She said, "Do you want to work?" I said, "yes." Within 48 hours I was at the job where I stayed for a year and half. It was an absolutely perfect place for me to work while working my way through grieving.)

Okay. Two Friday's ago, after the news of the dried-up unemployment funds, I went to meet a widow for lunch in Rockford. All the way there, I just quietly prayed. When I got there I was 15 minutes early. At first I was going to sit in the car, but then decided to go in and have some coffee while I waited for her.

I reached for my purse. My cell phone rang. It was the same lady from the staffing agency from two years ago. She asked the exact same questions. Within 5 hours, I had a job. She faxed my resume to them. She called me and said, "They liked it! You don't even have to interview!"

"You amaze me," I quietly and slowly said to God, shaking my head. "You absolutely amaze me." I think I looked up through my sun roof and said it again.

When I was about to lose my job last March in a layoff with 55 others, I sensed it coming. In a very clear way, God took me to the story of Elijah. God sent him to the last brook in the drought and commanded the normally self-seeking ravens to feed him. That gave me great peace. Then, when the brook dried up, God sent him to the widow in Zarapheth. "She will take care of you," He said to Elijah. One provision dried up and He had another one ready. I knew He would do the same for me.d

Another wonderful part of this whole story is that God gave me the gift of summer this year. Every week, I looked for a job but none came. I was able to get up every morning, have some coffee at my new little spot owned by Christians, drop by the resale shop, spend some time at the "waterfall" at Belvidere Park and spend a lot of time in ministry. I love summer! God let me have it with His grand blessing! And now, He has provided for me once again.

You know what all this does for me? It helps me get a little closer to trusting Him about everything. And I wanted to take the time to tell it on Facebook as a testimony to His GREAT FAITHFULNESS. All my life, I've been singing about it and learning about it little by little; but now with Ken gone, God's faithfulness is clearer and more precious to me than ever before.

You can trust Him.