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Today I just wanted to walk down memory lane and share a small story where I learned a BIG lesson.
To the Abingdon office clients, you know my mom, Sharon, as the lady with the friendly smile that welcomes you in the office or answers the phone with a warm welcome. To me, she is the backbone of our office. Someone that gets things done.
A couple of years ago, she was in the hospital getting herself a new knee when my wife and I were there spending some time with her. My 4-5 month pregnant wife told me she was getting hungry, so I scrapped some change together and we headed down to the vending machines to get a pack of crackers.
When we stepped off the elevator we saw a little boy, roughly 7 years old, standing at the vending machine in, what we all have experienced, frustration as his bag of chips was stuck between the glass and the shelf. I looked at Coral and we silently agreed that we would try to help the boy.
I went over to the machine as the boy silently stepped back, lowered my shoulder and rammed the machine with no success. The machine didn’t even budge. For the second time, I looked at Coral and we silently made a decision to put our change in and order the same thing the boy had chosen. Both bags fell to the bottom; we handed the boy his bag and he ran off.
“I guess I’m eating the chips. What do you want?” I said to my wife. She told me she wanted a pack of crackers, so I started putting the change in the machine. A quarter, four dimes and a nickel are what I put in, but the problem was I had spent all my money on that boy getting his bag of chips and the pack of crackers was 75¢.
I quickly got a little angry inside and asked God, “Why would you lead me to help that boy when I now don’t have enough money to buy my pregnant wife what she’s craving?” As soon as I thought this, God quickly smacked me upside the head and told me, “Don’t you know that I provide for my loved ones every time there is a need? Look underneath the vending machine.” I immediately dropped to my hands and knees and saw Thomas Jefferson almost winking at me under the vending machine.
At this point, I thanked God, told Coral how I am an awful person for not trusting God, put the nickel in the machine and got my wife her pack of crackers.
What I learned in that small moment was that no matter how big or small the need, God takes care of those he loves.
My wife got her pack of crackers, the boy got his bag of chips, mom got a break from us annoying her in her room, and I had a valuable lesson of listening and depending on God with my finances, along with a bag of chips.
Authored by: Benji Nunn, CFP®