Call It Fiction 2

Chapter Two

March 17, 1998

Mary,

We have come to a final parting because I can no longer help you. My total commitment to and love of God separates the two of us. You cannot understand the tremendous power of prayer that has helped me through all of my difficulties and financial problems. Christina was born in County General Hospital (I had no money) and I almost died there because no one noticed how sick I was. When I finally tried to get out of bed (because it was time to leave the hospital), I collapsed. You can’t believe the attention I received then! For more than a year I was very sick, but I never gave up. The Gas Company didn’t want to hire me because I was so anemic. They turned me down, but I kept praying. The next day I went back anyway, and the same person who had refused me said I was hired but on probation because of my anemia. (All I needed was money for food and iron tablets.) Prayer helped me time and time again. I lived in 1-room apts, gave money for Christina every month, and save $30,000 in less than 8 years. I continued to work and to pray. Always I put God first and always He took care of me. This is why I say I am not your source of help. If God is my help and I help you—then God becomes your source. But as long as you don’t recognize God and send prayers of praise and thanksgiving to Him, then he can’t help you even through me.

I truly wish you well now that you are on your own.

Your Mother.