Holy Socks! – Barbara’s Story
During one of the hardest seasons of my life, one morning I was out walking Sampson, our dog. I looked down at the socks I was wearing, which were my son’s, and the tears started flowing. I had no money for even a simple pair of socks. I had recently lost 75% of my income, been evicted by my landlord and had barely anything in the house to eat. It saddened me to think, that at the age of 56, I couldn’t even buy myself a pair of socks! Crying, I started talking to God telling him a pair of “girl socks” would sure be a blessing. I believed Him for some socks. I knew He would take care of us because He hadn’t failed me yet. So, I thanked Him in advance. Two days later, my neighbor’s friend gave her several bags of clothes their family no longer needed. She told me after she went through them, she would give them to me. Much to my surprise, while going through the bags, I came upon a smaller white trash bag that made me laugh and cry when I opened it. It was a bag of socks, brand new, still sealed, and they were women’s socks! There must have been 40 pairs.
During that moment, 1st Peter 5:7 came to my mind: “Casting all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” ALL your anxiety…even socks. God reminded me that even the little things that concern us concern Him. For the first time in months, my heart felt at ease, and I knew, somehow, things would be okay. If He provided a little something like socks, surely he would provide the other more significant things like food, rent money, etc.
If you find yourself in a scary place thinking you’re not going to make it through, think again. You may not be able to do anything to help yourself, but God has a limitless supply of resources, and He loves to help His children…even with socks. You and I are the same. If He provided for me which He did that day and every day since He will surely provide for you. Go ahead. Ask Him and then get ready. Your need may not come in a conventional way or the way it should, but it will happen.
Remember that, every time you look at your socks.
Story submitted by Barbara, from Tennessee
