My mom was an accountant. She worked full time for many years and then after she retired she did the books for our church for several years as well. There are many times in my career in banking that I think of her because she loved the thrill of “balancing” after having worked for hours or days trying to reconcile the books she was working on. She told us stories of trying to find a nickel for days. She knew the nickel was there and would search the books for as long as it took to find it. She was diligent and very good at her job. I love my job but I do not have the math brain my mom did. She has been in heaven for over 10 years now and I still miss her every day.
This morning at work I was running a night deposit from one of our churches. It was a big, complicated deposit and I was showing that it was off. I ran the numbers more than once and asked someone to run the numbers as well to make sure it wasn’t a math error on my end. When we agreed the deposit was off, I called the church to rectify the deposit.
I asked to speak to the bookkeeper. I was placed on hold briefly and then this lady picked up the phone and said, “Hello, this is Beverly.” I almost fell off my chair, and then I teared up. My mom’s name is Beverly and calling a church to get the deposit rectified, it was as if God was reminding me that I am loved and that He hasn’t forgotten me or my mom. We are His children and He loves us down to the smallest details.
We rectified the deposit and she was very nice. I didn’t share with her this situation but if I ever get to speak to her again, I will. And, although she didn’t sound at all like my mom, I felt a warmth as if God is reminding me that I am His and He hasn’t forgotten that I miss my mom.
“The Lord directs the steps of the godly. He delights in every detail of their lives.” Psalm 37:23