This is a story about my mom, who is my favorite patient. When I was a student at Howard University, I received a scholarship that covered some of the fees, but not all of the fees, so we had a bill to pay. Before she left orientation, she came to me, put some money in a handkerchief, wrapped it up real good, tied it up, and gave it to me. Before she left, she said, “The Lord will take care of you.”

I kissed her on the cheek and ran up to my room. When I opened up the handkerchief, it wasn’t enough money.

Later I got a letter from the University saying that if I don’t pay by a certain day, they were going to kick me out of school. On the last day, I ran up, stood in line, and watched other people get dismissed. I wanted to leave but I could hear my mother say, “The Lord will take care of you.”

When I got to the front of the line, the cashier looked up my name and said, “Where have you been? We’ve been looking for you. Your scholarship covers tuition and fees, and you have extra money. If you need anything, just come to me.” Again, I could hear my mother say, “The Lord will take care of you.”Worship, sunrise and silhouette of man at the beach standing with arms raised. Faith, religious and.

I know you’re going through it. I know you don’t think you’re going to make it. I know it looks very dim and dark and like there is no way out. But hear my mother when she says, “The Lord will take care of you.” I know it because if He took care of me, He’ll take care of you, too.