Mercies New Every Morning

The year was 1981 and I was about as poor as I ever want to be. I was going through a divorce at the time and was at a  point where I was almost eligible for the maximum amount I could get to help pay my heating costs for the year.   The gas company had been really gracious about extending credit but had reached the limit of what they felt they were able to extend. A storm was coming that weekend and I knew there wasn’t enough gas in our propane tank to see my family through.  With seven children in the house  between ages three and thirteen, I was anxious, afraid and didn’t know where else I could turn.

So, I had gone to the one place I knew to get help. It was a teary place. While I was there on my knees in my bedroom, I heard…