Raining Toilet Paper

We had some rough times growing up with an alcoholic parent.  My mom struggled to make sure we had everything we need.  There are probably hundreds of stories to share, but tonight I have been contemplating the day it rained toilet paper overnight.  Food was a necessity and, at this particular time, toilet paper was a luxury.  A luxury we were completely out of and there was no money to buy any.  We lived next to a wealthy neighborhood that me and my brothers often played in the streets of.  We were playing in those rich streets when we came across something we had never seen before.  God had rained toilet paper down all over this house, yard, trees, everywhere.  How else could you explain it to a child?  It wasn't just pieces of toilet paper it was roll after roll just thrown up and over things so that most of every roll was still intact. We were amazed, our eyes were probably as big as quarters as we began to gather these huge rolls in our little arms. We ran home to show our momma the toilet paper that had showered down overnight.

I look back on that day with a smile.  It rained toilet paper.  Okay, maybe it didn't come from the clouds and God certainly doesn't condone defacing someones property.  However, we had a need and my momma had prayed for that need to be met.  What the devil meant for ill for those people's property that was covered God meant for good by providing us with a need and (might I add) helping the family clear the vandalism from their yard.  Wow.  Look at God.  How amazing is that?  Some might think I should be embarrassed by this story, others may gasp as they read, "they couldn't even afford toilet paper?"  I look back on it with a huge smile. Through the eyes of 3 little children, God met our need in an amazing way that day.  Yes, God allowed toilet paper to rain down!

~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
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    3/9/14