by Gretel

Created on: September 26, 2009   Last Updated: September 29, 2009

Once upon a time, when I was perhaps a little too embarrassed to really share this amazing story, perhaps due to stubborn pride, I was going to have to go without lunch for a couple of days.

It was at the very end of February of last year. I had just moved into my own little humble abode over Christmas break and was living from paycheck to paycheck, having accumulated nothing in savings and little in the pantry.

On the last Wednesday of the month, I had officially run out of cash with only some meager change in my purse. My checking account was down to cents. It was a good thing payday was Friday afternoon. But what was I going to do for lunch on Thursday and Friday? I remember looking at my food supply and as my luck would have it, I was out of bread, out of pop tarts, out of anything that could have possibly served as lunch.

Sure, I had some potatoes, flour, sugar, and cooking oil, and random things like that, so I could manage supper at home with what little I had. But not lunch.

(Of course, you know I wasn't about to ask for help, not when everyone who talked to me about it advised me not to get an apartment on my own at that time. I was told it wasn't a good idea. My family had insinuated that I was going to go hungry. I was over my head in credit card debt and medical bills. I had just gotten an apartment. And that utilities deposit? Whoa! Wasn't expecting that!

It's hard for me to explain why I moved out when I did and why I signed a lease before telling anybody about it, but every once in a while, I see things in black and white, right and wrong, and it might not make sense, but if I have that sense of what is right, I do it without worrying about the rest.

There's this blissful peace in doing what you know is right and knowing that you're out on a tightrope with no net to catch you and that as long as you're following Him, He'll take care of the rest; you don't even need to think about it. I like that part. I don't have to think. That's the only way to walk on a tightrope just trust, don't think.)

Well back to the story:

That year, Thursdays were my duty days. That meant that I had to take my class directly to the cafeteria and stay with them the entire time, not leaving and not sitting down, not even for a second, especially since I always had to cover for the other on-duty teachers who never ceased to be late.

I had absolutely no access to a microwave on Thursdays, so I usually had a cold sandwich, something simple that I could eat standing up and walking

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