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So, I've been in a financial crunch lately. Several unavoidable expenses just happened to accumulate around this critical time: books for German studies, taxi fare in Denver during a transit strike, other stuff that's none of your business (no offense). This past week, I watched my bank account fall from a healthy two hundred dollars to a meagar six. In addition, I wasn't even done purchasing items for the next month. There was one source of income that could have taken care of my problems: my federal tax refund.

I was entitled to a decent refund. Not being the procrastinator that I usually am, I hurridly took every shortcut possible to get my refund in. However, being the moron that I am, I neglected to affix my signature to it. That put getting my refund back about a month or two. It was scheduled to come about half way through the month of May when I wouldn't even be on the same continent. I needed that money to purchase a plane ticked from Chicago to Denver for the return trip.

As I went about my week, I got into my dorm room on a Thursday night after work. Normally, we would have weekly prayer meetings in Matt's room right next door, but most of us had been too busy lately to make it happen. I started talking about it, and one thing led to another, and, eventually, we were having a little “talky-poo” (to use a JBU term) where we discussed our high and low points for the week. Obviously, having a low bank account will do it for me. So, we talked to God about it. I think that He heard us.

The very next day, I woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head. Found my way downstairs and drank a cup… well, not exactly. I cheked my bank account, and, behold, there was an additional amount of money that wasn't there the day before. My tax return was processed a month early.

I have no explaination… except for one.