This month, I increased my weekly church offering. Here's what God did. When I was paying bills, I was irritated to find this ad in my checkbook. So I ripped it out and threw it in the trash. My bills went off in the mail. The next day, I decided to write out a couple of checks for the coming month. This is something I have never done before. But, I found a check number was missing. Had one been stolen? Had I ripped out two and sent out a blank one with a payment? Will I need to get a stop payment from the bank? These thoughts raced through my mind. What should I do? I asked my heavenly Father. I dumped out my hand bag. Nope. Then I looked through the trash. There it was, thrown out with the ad from the check company. And on the table where I emptied my purse was the schedule of fees from the bank. The amount money for the stop payment was the very same number as the money I put in the collection plate. If I had waited even a day later that trash would have gone to the dump. Thank You, Jesus!