Financial Crisis, Health Crisis, even Political Crisis – a warm (or cold) day dawned, perhaps appearing like any other normal day on Earth, but it was a time of great historical importance, at least for me.
On November 12 in the city of Dallas, the country was immersed in the aftermath of unprecedented political conflict known as Watergate (President Nixon impeached)..panying this was an economic turmoil of a recession, and many people had to confront this reality. The decade of the ’70s has been referred to as the “me decade,” as society was at the tail end of the Hippy era, confronted by political corruption, and economic recession that led many to consider living for themselves or being self-focused.
So, here I was, warm and secure, floating in a bubble of safety, unaware of what awaited me in the immediate future.
I am not sure when the distress began for me. Perhaps the concerned voices surrounding my bubble of safety? Well, the bubble broke, and as I was pulled out into the bubble-less world by an iron tongue, I was born into this world of uncertainty.
My father was a student at the time, and together with my mother, they did not have the finances to cover the debt of my birth. So, I was born into financial turmoil. My mother, due to the difficult birth, could have lost her life, and so both I and she were miracles that we survived.
So, this is how my bubble broke, and I was immediately brought into this big, big world with lots of unknowns.
As my parents took me home, they gave thanks to God for preserving our lives. In spite of the traumatic birth, we were alive, and thus I was given the name “gift from God,” a lifetime reminder of how my life began.
With a small wound on my head and my hip not really in the right place, I started, labeled as a gift from God – perhaps an imperfect one from my perspective, but a gift at any rate.
A gift is normally free for the one who receives it, and yet that was not the case for my parents, as they had a debt to pay the hospital for me and had no money or way to do this.
One day, an envelope arrived from the hospital, where the invoice displayed that there was no money owed. My mother, in disbelief, went to the hospital to inquire, and when they saw it, they replied that if the document said they had no debt, that was all that mattered, and they had no more to pay.
To my parents’ surprise, this “gift from God’s” debt was somehow paid in full, and to this day, my parents have no clue how this strange “mistake” occurred.
From the very beginning, God has something to say, and that is to trust in Him. He is the one who provides. He does not necessarily take us away from the crisis; I did have a traumatic birth. But he provides and pays for the gift that he sends. We can trust in him