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Recently I went on a trip to Houston, TX, to a church convention. A few days prior to the last day of my trip in Houston I realized that I was running low on money.
The day before leaving for my trip I had been out buying things here and there … you know another blouse, another light and airy dress, another pair of earrings etc… just stuff that I figured I might need on my trip.
So, prior to leaving I had already begun to tap into my hotel money.
Then while sitting in the various convention meetings and church services… I was… Well, I was giving a little here and a little there… again tapping even more into my already dwindling funds.
Realizing that my funds were way low I decided that I better call my son, and ask him to lend me the money for my hotel… because when I had finally got around to checking what was in my bank on a computer … it was further down than I had thought. I was left with only a hundred and some odd dollars.
I had gotten my hotel at a discount rate… but even at my discount I was way short of what I was going to have to pay when I was to finally check out of it.
My son answered the phone and I told him what I needed. He got so mad at me. And he said-
“Why did you go off somewhere knowing you could not afford it?”
It was a legitimate question… I guess. But too late for me to sit around thinking about that now, after I had spent 5 days and 6 nights in these people’s hotel.
Beside before I started dipping into my hotel money I could afford my trip… and the whole thing. But that was before I starting spending…and then started giving in those offerings that I gave in during the convention.
So, as my trip drew closer to the end I began worrying more and more about my finances. As my son had slammed down the phone on me, and said he was not going to give me anything.
Now, I was really in bind.
How was I going to pay for my hotel bill?
So, my final night at the hotel I broke down and decided that I better try calling my son again. But this time he did not answer.
So, that night, needless to say, I hardly slept at all. I tried to… but all I could do think about was my hotel bill.
Finally at about 3 o’clock in the morning I got up…and went downstairs to the lobby to look on the computer to see just how much money I was actually short. All I had was $133….annd my hotel bill was $494, which included the taxes and everything else they threw in. Right then and there I sighed and made up in my mind that coming to Houston had been worth it.
I also decided right then and there… that whether my son gave me the money or not… I was not going to leave the hotel without paying my bill. Even if it meant I had to go to jail.
Afterall, my hotel had been so great to me. All the people were nice… and service had been 5 star. Besides they served hot breakfast free everyday…and after 5 offer free complimentary food… which included the largest and most delicious chocolate chip cookies baked fresh and still warm. And you could eat or take as much of whatever you wanted.
No, no way was I going to stick them with the bill… or leave without paying. Not that I would ever consider such a thing. It might have been embarrassing and might have taken me a while to go downstairs and tell them. But I would have rather said that I didn’t have they money… and would have hoped that they would have worked something out with me.
However, about 8:30 AM I broke down again and tried calling my son again….and this time he answered. Finally, I got him to agreed that he was going to give me some money. But the amount he told me was only $250…AND THAT WAS ALL!
Now I forced to call 1 of my other sisters and beg her for the rest…telling her that I would pay her $200 if she lent me $175. And she did.
As soon as that money hit my account… which was about 9:10 AM… I paid off my hotel bill. I did not want to risk anything coming up against that money.
At 12 noon my courtesy driver for the convention picked me up at my hotel and drove me to the airport. It had been a beautiful trip… my trip to Houston as I glanced out at the beautiful sky with its puffy white clouds… looking as if someone had painted them there.
I had heard some wonderful preaching and teaching at AIM. And now I was my way back home… and I didn’t end up having to spend the night in jail.
Upon reaching the airport, while waiting on my flight to be called, they made an announcement over the intercom system saying that my flight had been overbooked. They said that they needed 2 people who would be willing to take the next flight. And for doing so they offered a $400 ticket in return.
They did not have to ask me twice. I was already standing near the counter so I was the first person to the counter… not that many people rushed to get there. Just me and another woman.
And guess what?
By the time I flew out of Houston I had earned over $1,200… and it had never even dawned on me until my flight was nearing my home airport. It was $1,200 more than I had when I flew into Houston.
During the convention 1 of my brothers got me an $800 editing job for some Bishop.. .and I had also gotten that $400 certificate from the airline, good for a whole year that I could use on any of their flights, or sell it, or give to whoever I wanted.
Just think of that…at 3 AM on that morning I had woke up restless…because I hadn’t had enough. But by 3 PM I had gained a mighty surplus.
And this is a true story… and the next flight out was only 1 hour later than my original flight.
And also…another twist to this story just prior to my leaving I had run out of checks. Tried to get some but didn’t make the bank on time. So, I had no checks. If so, I would have wrote some. But God knew….
He truly does know our hearts.
God truly is good.
Looking for some rain. It has been soooooo hot here. And very humid.
And let me finish by saying AIM 2011 was off the hook!
Well, God bless…
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