Credit Where Credit Is Due

"Mom, thank you for going to K-State."

Boy#3 is the easiest to "read" over the phone; I know after a single word if he is delighted or distraught. This call was one of delight.

"I just got an e-mail that since you graduated from here they're giving me a $1,000 scholarship!"

This has been a tough year for Three's finances, for a boy who was born with his father's conscientious awareness of income and expenditures. State budgets are tight, and the trickle-down of that squeeze is higher tuition for public colleges. After agonizing deliberation Three decided on an apartment option that made sense for his academic and spiritual life but will stretch his housing allotment. There have been unexpected expenses that nibble away at his savings ($67 for organ shoes? Really?).

"Oh, honey, I'm so happy for you! God is good, isn't He?"

And where most days Three would have answered "All the time," in our habitual call-and-response, he didn't.

"You know, I'm can't believe how He provides. Every time I'm terribly worried about money, He comes through. Whether it's $10 I need for something, or big things like this scholarship, the money is there when I have to have it. God is amazing."

Isn't He?