Eleven Dollars

$11.oo doesn't sound like much.. but a single mom with bills up the wazzu, lot rent people threatening to "start the eviction process" after being 5 days late, $17 dollars and some cents in my bank account, 10 dollars in my pocket.... and apparently no sense in my head..... 11 dollars looked like a blessing from God Himself.. So i stuck it in my pocket... and went about workin with a slightly lighter heart. But the more i worked my heavier my pocket got. And I got to thinking how the people that money belonged to may need it as much, or even more than I... finally i was trudging along worse than before. as soon as i made the decision to give it back... my heart felt even lighter than when i first found the money... and when i handed the money back... wheeeew!... the softball i was carrying in my heart turned into a ping-pong ball. when i got back home... much to my surprise, someone i hardly hear from left a message saying that he was wiring money into my account... and a very dear friend texted me for my account number.. I have not talked to either of them in a couple of months.
Now, i know what some are going to say... but, although i am a Christian... i have never pushed God on anyone...
Just telling my story.... and thanking Him.