Miracles from a Cloned Standard Bank Debit Card

I had my Standard Bank debit card cloned last week and every penny taken from my account. The only thing that goes into that account is money for rent, my medical aid and for the medication that the medical aid does not pay. I get my money from helping people write books, publishing books for others, writing and selling my own books and occasionally managing to sell one of the blankets that I crochet. And then I get a disability grant from the government. My children give me a little money towards my medical aid but I have to come up with the rest. It is always a gut-wrenching and stressful time for me until I have the money I need in my account. I had my money for the end of November when my card was cloned.

I, by habit and by nature am a giver and a helper and someone who never asks for anything. I have been like this my whole life, believing that it is far better to love than to be loved. That law of doing unto others as you would have done to yourself is engrained in me. I find it very difficult to ask for help for anything.

In His wisdom, God taught me a lesson. I had no way of getting the money for the end of November but I put my pride in my pocket on asked for help on FaceBook. After all, I have over 1400 FaceBook friends, many that I have helped over the years.

A miracle has occurred. Not only do I have money to pay Discovery, but I have money to pay for my medications and enough to pay half the rent. I have no worries now because I know that God will use one of his angels on earth to come up with the difference, or Standard Bank will make good on my cloned card (They refused to refund me). The real miracle is that those who gave me donations were those I have never helped before – they were all relative strangers, FB friends who just liked reading my posts. Not one of those I had helped, helped me. Our rewards come from the places and people we never expect it to come from.

I have learned a few lessons from this experience and the biggest one is that it is OK to ask for help when you need it. It is not humiliating and embarrassing. It is reaching out to another and accepting the help they offer. I have even learned that people do remember help I have given, even if I don’t remember – I have had people say “You helped me once so now I can repay you”. This has been an incredible experience for me. From a total disaster, out came a rainbow of miracles.

I have also learned that I am loved as well – something I have never really felt. I am loved and I am lovable and I can ask for help – what a comforting revelation to me.

So with something so evil as my bank card being cloned and my money stolen, God gave me back a thousandfold; not only in the donations from His earth angels but also with showing me the amazing experience of feeling loved and being able to ask for help.

To His earth angels – my deep gratitude and to Him – all glory!