by Wayne Perkins

There is a woman with four children, all under eight years old. Her husband walked out over a year ago, before the youngest was born. No one has heard from him since. This woman works hard at a low paying job. She puts in long hours everyday, walking to and from work instead of riding the bus. Often skipping meals so the children have enough.

With aching feet she climbs the steps of her building. Putting on a big smile she opens her door to be greeted by happy, excited shouts from her children. Before slipping off her shoes she is over whelmed by them. Climbing on her, kissing her, complaining to her. Her coat falls from tired shoulders as she listens.

Putting band aids on boo boos and kisses on foreheads she cooks them a meal and prepares their bath. After bellies are full and teeth brushed, all four are tucked into her own bed. She sends her children to sleep with a story and a hymn then closes the door behind her. Spreading a sheet and blanket over the sofa, she kneels beside it. Finally she is alone with her God.

She thanks her Creator for all His kindness. For the encouragement and comfort He gives to her. The words pouring out of her soul are carried to the ears of her Savior. He looks upon her and is moved with compassion. As the Eternal prepares to dispatch one of His mighty angels to her aid another prayer catches His ear. He turns his face and listens as your prayer comes before Him.

You are concerned about your tithes. You know they belong to God. You ask which of the ministries or churches it should be sent to. As you speak, Jesus Christ leans forward and puts his lips to your ear. Whispering to your heart He reminds you of a woman you barely know.

God is telling you His will. Now, he watches as you obey Him. He watches as you decide how much of the tithe is sent to her, and how often. He knows you are a person who never lets the left hand know what the right hand is doing. You please Him as you plan a way of getting the money to her, without anyone knowing where it came from.

Your reward is not in the praise of men, but remembered in heaven everytime this woman thanks God for the money you send.

You do the work of angels in the miracles of God.