Last Sunday, when I went to write out my tithe check, I realized that I was making a conscious decision about trust. Christmastime and the bad economy can easily cause a person to tighten the checkbook strings. But at that moment, something in my spirit asked me if I really trusted God? In a split second, my heart said, "yes!" God has brought me through so many financial trials, that I have no reason to question Him. Less than a week later, my car has died and I am in a huge bind. I am waiting for an answer on whether my car can be fixed. It's not looking good. I don't have the money to fix my car, much less buy a new one. So, I sit at home, newly sick with a cold, snow on the ground, no news on my car, and wondering, "how's God going to fix this one?" I really don't know. There's no skirting around the question, "do I trust God or don't I?" I do.