Some People Can't Be Trusted, But God Is Faithful!!!

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The lady that I just moved from was a very sick person. I am so glad to be away from her. When I let, she was suppose to prorate the money from that point and return my security deposit. She wrote me a check, but when I tried to cash it the next day, that were no funds in her account to cover the check. I was so upset, because I knew that she might try this. At first, I simply walked out of the bank. Then I went back in to find out what I could do about the problem. The lady at the information desk told me that there was nothing that they could do. I asked, if there was anything any other agency could do. She told me that I could file a police report. I did not have any money on me, not even enough to catch the bus back home. So I went to another teller and was going to withdraw the tiny bit of change that I had in order to catch the bus. I told the teller about the problem that I was having and she checked the ladies account. It just so happened that a bank manager was standing right there with her. I was just so upset that I began to cry. This lady knew she owed me the money and I knew that she had purposely wrote me a bad check. Then I noticed the two ladies talking. The next thing that I knew, the teller had put some money in an envelope and slid it to me. She said, it is not much, but you can get some lunch and go home. The money came directly from her. Then the bank manager looked at the ladies record and told me she was going to call her right now. Thank God we shared the same bank. After watching her talk to the lady on the phone, she came back and told me that the lady said that she was going to deposit the money and I could get it in the morning. This was not a mistake, she tried to keep my money on purpose. I am so glad that the Lord was on my side. I got the money this morning and gave the teller back the ten dollars she had given to me. Another thing that had made me know that this was a miracle from God, the teller came out and gave me a hug. She said, I don't know why this is happening to you, but trust God and he will see you through. This confirmed what I already believed, the lady that evicted me did for one reason, she hated my God. Every Sunday, she would invite me to church, but I always said no. I never felt comfortable about the idea of going to church with her or anywhere else for that matter. The next thing I knew, she was telling me to stop throwing God up in everybodies face. She said, if you want to talk about God, go in your room. She said that I had to go because I was being disruptive in the house. I asked her how I was being disruptive? She said, you being here is disruptive. I did nothing but be my self. I try to always be a very nice and considerate person. She did not like me because she knew that she could not control whether or not I spoke about God. No one has ever said anything like that to me and I had no idea of how to respond. But I do now. If you want me to stop talking about God, all you have to do is kill me.