faith, hope and charity
I have a testimony of tithing. My father instilled its importance from a very young age, and it has always been a principle I could keep. I had a "tithing miracle" once. I had not actually paid my tithing for six months. It during one of those times when employment was spotty, and at the time I was unemployed. I had diligently collected the money, just never bothered to take to church and give it to the bishop. I finally got tired of it and went home during Sunday School to get it. The next day I had three job offers, two of which I had not sought. Right now, everything to do with money is hard. I pulled my tithing out in cash just before the first of the month, just before it was "officially" in my account. I was short on the payment on my mortgage. My truck is down for the foreseeable future. Some bills did not get paid. But I handed that envelope to the Bishop this morning. I do not expect a miracle. I know I just have to live through this time. I didn't get to the bank in time last month, so this mess has cost me my temple recommend for the foreseeable future. I will get through it eventually, but I don't know that I will ever get back to the level of prosperity I was at. It was fun while it lasted, and I miss being able to do what I want when I want. I miss having my own vehicle. And I miss being an adult, free to choose my own activities. I'm back to where I spent most of my life, dependent on my parental unit as if I was unemployed and useless to society. I don't like it. I work too hard to be here, and I can't even get a part time job because of the demands of the day job. I'd think it was time to go back to the hiring hall, but I can't afford the monthly fee. Maybe Dad would loan it to me . . .