I ALWAYS WONDERED HOW SHE MANAGED IT. SELF-EMPLOYED, on her own, and living in a particularly expensive city, my grandmother always seemed to have everything she needed—and frequently enough for a little something extra. I knew this didn't necessarily come easily. I'd watched her respond to a check that arrived in the mail with, "I'm grateful to see this," often enough to know that she'd experienced a few close calls over the years. Yet she never seemed to worry about how the bills would get paid. And they always did.
One day, I asked her—what's the secret? I imagined that prayer had led her to some great spiritual insight into the nature of existence, which had instantaneously and permanently transformed her cash-flow situation.
"Oh, honey," she laughed. "It was just a matter of practice. Every time I started to worry about the next month's rent, I went back to God. And every month, the money would be there." Eventually, she realized that she could stop worrying. God had always taken care of her, and she knew He always would.
