Many of you know that my daddy got sick with colon cancer back in 1958. He was admitted to the hospital with a ruptured bowel and was never to work again. He lived for two more years and for the three of us...our world turned upside down. There was no disability insurance for him and my mother had to take maid jobs and we were forced to sell our car. Money was not something I had really worried about before that time. My daddy was an elevator operator so he didn't make that much money, but we had lots of love in our house. They had adopted me as a baby.
My daddy got sick in October and when Christmas came around my mother received a $100. cashiers check in the mail. It was totally anonymous. We were shocked and she was so confused that she went to the bank that it was drawn from. I remember us going in the bank and my mother showing the teller the cashiers check and then she ushered us to a bank executive. I remember the look on my mother's face when the bank executive told her that the person must not want to be identified. My mother wanted to make sure we thanked the donor properly. We left the bank and my mother told me that the Lord must have laid it on some one's heart. We prayed for the anonymous person.
For another five years my mother received cashiers checks for $100 at Christmas. To us, that was a huge amount of money. We never knew who sent us the money. We were so grateful, but we would have loved to thank that person. Monday will be the 30th anniversary of my mother's death and I have never forgotten what a difference that $100 made to us each Christmas. That's been fifty years and I imagine the anonymous person has probably passed on also. That money was a true blessing to us and I have never forgotten.
My mother trusted in the Lord to supply our needs and He always did. Although she's been gone from me for thirty years there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about her and miss her sweet loving care for me. Those of you that still have your mother and father are blessed. Please don't take it for granted. As tears roll down my face, I wish I could spend just one hour with her again. I have to remind myself that we will have eternity together with the Lord!