The war in Yugoslavia was in full swing the year I quit real estate. My very last clients were Serbian refugees who had saved up enough downpayment to purchase a home. Though I was born in Croatia, I was raised in Canada from the time I was five. I always thanked God and was proud that I was raised in a nation that promoted tolerance and acceptance instead of political bias.
Shortly after this couple settled into their ´dream come true´, they became proud parents and repeatedly phoned and invited me to come see God´s newest gift to them. This was totally unfeasible. Not because we were from opposing factions, but because at that time I could not afford the gas to drive the 35 miles to their home, much less buy a baby gift. Unfeasible, you say after having a successful career for 24 years? No. Just months before, there was a major crime committed by three unscrupulous, dishonest businessmen. Criminals to be more exact. Their target just happened to be me and my family. Their scam caused us to lose our home, our stocks, our bonds; everything we owned. We were embezzled and when the dust settled, we were left with exactly 39 cents to our name. They went to jail, but we never got our money back.
Friends told us to think positive. "Oh, I´m positive I´m broke", I replied, "and also positive I can´t afford to go anywhere or do anything." I was not about to try to explain that to refugees, from a communist country, that believed that money grows on trees in North America and that our streets are paved with gold. So I tried to become unobtrusive while hoping they wouldn´t think I was prejudiced or that I harbored animosity toward them. Feasible? It should have been. But no, they probably wanted to show their absence of hostility and resolved to surpass mine.
"Donna, we figure our daughter will be in college before we get to show her off, so we decided to take a ride to the country and come and see you."
At that moment I became brain dead. I might as well have had a lobotomy. I could not think of one rebuttal. As I hung up the phone I desperately pleaded, "JESUS, YOU HAVE TO DO SOMETHING!" I had no coffee. I had no milk. I had no money. My credit cards were maxed. I had nothing to set on a plate to offer as a sign of friendship and hospitality. I stood stunned, motionless, staring out the window
My hand was still on the receiver when I saw a car drive up, two men climb out, pick up these two motors that were laying on the ground beside our garage, leftovers from a previous garage sale, and place them in their trunk. Then one man reached into his wallet and passed my husband what looked like a lot of bills. They were strangers and they came out of nowhere and they were buying my husband´s junk. I bolted out the door the moment they left, my feet barely touching the ground, calling, "How much? How much did you just get?"
"Praise God! God sent angels. They were angels!" I yelled, grabbing the money from his hand and flying toward the car to go buy groceries.
"No Donna, angels would have paid me FULL price. These guys haggled me down to half price."
By the time my honored guests arrived, I had a feast prepared, including chicken soup with dumplings and a choice of desserts.
That was just the beginning of the Lord restoring what the devil had taken through those embezzlers. Again and again the Lord provided and continues to provide exactly what we need, when we need it.
For those that trust in Him, His word says that ´He shall supply all of our needs according to His riches in Glory by Christ Jesus.´ That includes spiritual, emotional, physical, and financial ´............ your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things. Behold the birds of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are you not much better (valuable to Him) than they? ´