Shortly after my wife, Margaret, became a Christian Science practitioner, the minority business development organization that I was working for closed its office in our area, leaving me unemployed. My efforts to find another fulltime position were unsuccessful for many months. The occasional part-time work that I found advanced my professional development, but contributed very little to our income. Margaret's practice was growing, but the income from it was still small. We had some savings, but we were drawing them down each month in order to pay the rent on our apartment and her office downtown.
It was a token of God's love for me and everyone.
In spite of the feeling that we were heading into financial trouble, I had a childlike trust that God was taking care of us. This had always been the case with me, and I had no reason to expect a different outcome in this situation.
