Growing up, I had a strong testimony of tithing. Basically, I was certain that when I paid 10% of my gross income, I'd be blessed financially and in myriad other ways I didn't know, such as my washer wouldn't break down like it may have done had I not been paying my tithing, or I could avoid getting sick if I payed paying, that kind of thing. Every time my husband or I got a raise over the years, I made sure to tell him that I KNEW that it was because God was blessing me for paying tithing on my half of our income.
Well, as you may have read in my previous post, on Monday I got to work to find I had received an unexpected 10% raise. (Could the 10% be a coincidence??) Because, you see, I haven't paid tithing in a year. When I updated the Employee Raise Log I keep, I saw that since October of last year, I've had three raises that total more than a 20% raise. That doesn't include some generous bonuses I've also received in the last ten months.
Monday after work, I drove to the bank to deposit my (now larger) check. As I was driving out of the bank drive-up, my son called, asking where I was since practice just ended and his friend who gets a ride from us needed to get to voice lessons. I looked at my gas gauge that had been below empty all day, and realized I didn't have time to get gas like I had planned. I figured I could drive the four miles to my son's friend's house and would get gas at the station near his home.
Halfway there, my car began sputtering and I knew the worst had happened. For the first time in my life, I actually ran out of gas.
Perhaps I should have paid my tithing. What a pain in the ass.