2010 was not the best of years for our small lawn care business – or for us as a family on a personal level.

Winter had come early in the fall of 2009, cutting short my income stream for the year. And, like so many others, we were feeling the impact of the recession as we began the work season in the Spring.

Then, seemingly adding insult to injury, near midnight one blustery evening in late April, a tempestuous storm out of the south ripped the roof off our circa-70′s old barn and propelled the deadly amalgam of steel sheeting, wooden rafters, and rusty nails into the side of our house.

The impact was completely alien and absolutely thunderous, rattling the entire home down to its foundation, and causing significant damage. A 2×6 beam exploded through our bedroom window just two feet over the head of my sleeping wife – who was startled into terrifying wakefulness amidst a shower of shrapnel in the form of broken glass, splinters, and fragments of our blinds.

So severe were the winds on that harrowing night, the neighbor had to bring his tractor over and park it atop the mess to keep it from moving further north and on to its next victim (bless his soul for racing over to help when he heard the demonic din of shrieking nails being torn free of their resting place of three decades; the thunderous,haunted moaning of the tin roof being curled up and folded over by a heartless and cruel, ruefully omnipotent Mother Nature)…

What a night! Thank goodness for insurance, right? The adjuster came and the insurance company sent us a check to repair the broken window and patch the numerous holes in the gable (where, in the morning, we found timbers actually impaled into the side thereof). They also included a portion of the barn money to begin its rebuild. Coincidentally, the amount sent to us was just what was needed at the moment to catch up on all the bills after a lean winter that was carrying us into the work season running on fiscal fumes.

Unfortunately, however, in our efforts to square up with our myriad creditors, utilities, etcetera, we no longer had the resources available to actually repair the old barn. This was problematic because the insurance company had sent the remaining balance for the claim to our mortgage company. And they informed us that we would receive the payment once an inspector had verified completion of the repair work. (Ironic, considering our lender felt the tired, old barn yielded almost no worth to the value of our property during the appraisal.)

Well, life continued on for us. The barn would have to wait, because I was in the heaviest part of my season and there wasn’t a moment to spare.

So I worked, the kids grew… and then in July we learned that my wife was pregnant. Having been blessed with 4 sons already – all of which came through relatively simple and easy pregnancies, we were taken off guard when my wife’s health plummeted.

So significant was her decline, that for a time in late Summer, she was bedridden. Not having family available to make a long term visit, I was compelled to somewhat neglect the operations of my business and tend to the needs of my wife and my four sons for several weeks.

As a result of these vicissitudes of life, we approached Winter not having successfully saved up for the offseason.

Recognizing that things were looking a bit bleak, I took a job doing finish carpentry 200 miles to the south. Departing home in the twilight hours of Monday mornings I would work 16 hour days – for the same wages I made 14 years earlier in high school – until driving back home on Friday nights, often arriving hours after everyone had gone to bed.

My wife, having somewhat recovered from her earlier infirmities, was left at home to fend for herself – pregnant with our 5th son and trying desperately to maintain control in the house with the other 4. Things were tight and things were chaotic. And as Christmas approached, there wasn’t a particularly overabundant amount of holiday cheer on the horizon.

Augmenting the Grinch-effect hovering like a black rain cloud over our home was the hard reality that our December 1st mortgage payment date came and went without our paying it. Though we had earned money sufficient to cover the payment, numerous lawn care clients were late on their payments to us, and – due to the fact that the finish carpentry work I was performing was backed by federal loans and miles of red tape – I wouldn’t see a penny from those efforts for many weeks to come.

Well, as these things go, around this same time we signed up outside the Bishop’s Office for Tithing Settlement. The Ward Clerk delivered to us our printout of the year’s numbers and we met with our Bishop.

Because our work is seasonal, it showed our first lump payment of tithing was made in May, followed up with monthly donations throughout the warm season – and the numbers all seemed to be accurate. (I say “seemed” because it is somewhat difficult to determine exact income when you receive no formal paycheck – Uncle Sam and God don’t use the same forms and tax-code). Anyhow, declaring a full tithe, we made our way back home to face the less-than-pleasant predicament of making ends meet.

Unfortunately, by mid December little progress had been made. All we had obtained in cash was about three-fourths of the house payment, and there didn’t seem to be any realistic expectation of obtaining more of the money I’d already earned. Things were looking a little hairy. There appeared to be no silver lining on that aforementioned rain cloud.

Then, as if rubbing salt into the wounds, I came to the scary realization that my first tithing payment I had written out back in May had actually been a make-up-payment we made after completing our 2009 taxes – wherein we realized we’d come up short for that year (as I said, sometimes determining precise income is a bit complicated).

So not only were things tight and behind, I had also unwittingly shortchanged the Lord for the year!

Counseling with my wife one Saturday when I’d come home, I declared that we needed to take that 75% of our mortgage payment and pay it ALL in tithing to square up with The Lord. Though it made no sense on an intellectual level, she agreed to let me write that check. And so, on Sunday morning, I handed the remainder of our limited cash resources (holding back just enough to buy a tank of gas) – with no more coming in the near future – to the Bishop in that small, grey envelope with black type: trusting that if I did right by the Lord, He’d do right by me.

Monday morning came (far too quickly and early, as was the unfortunate pattern), and I began making my journey towards Ephraim in the dark. Eventually arriving at my destination, I began work in earnest once again, setting baseboard, casing doors, laying window sills, and trimming around the flooring.

As lunch time came, I set my tools down and took a break. As I climbed into the truck, I received a phone call from my wife…

In a wavering voice, choked with tears and astonishment, she explained to me she’d just gone out and gotten the mail for the day. And amidst the bills, there was an envelope from our mortgage company. Assuming it was a warning about our nonpayment, she opened the letter with dread and trepidation.

The contents of that envelope, however, were not related to our belated payment. Instead, there sat a check from the mortgage company for the remaining balance on the insurance claim for the old barn.

The barn was not finished.

No inspector had been called.

And my mortgage company is the most-disliked company of its kind in the U.S. because of their UNcustomer-friendly practices.

And yet, there sat the check.

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Was this coincidence? Mere clerical error?

Is it possible that someone at our tight-fisted, penny-pinching mortage company just thought it would be amusing to send thousands of dollars out for no apparent reason?

I suppose there are skeptics that might side with such a view.

But I know better.

Almost exactly 24 hours after handing my Bishop nearly every last penny I had in tithing, the Lord came to my rescue. He provided me with indisputable proof of His love, His concern, and His intimate awareness of my day-to-day life. He assured me that, though my life isn’t exactly a walk in the park, He’s carefully watching and guiding my efforts at the helm as I navigate my family’s little ship through the seas of life. And, while my challenges and trials are ever present, He has beneficently conveyed to me His capacity to make me equal to the trials of life.

Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, that there
may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith,
saith the Lord of hosts, if I will not open you the
windows of heaven, and pour you out a blessing,
that there shall not be room enough to receive it.