Lina Johnson did not have enough to cover her power bill. She had told no one the amount. Not a friend, not her church, no one. It was her private worry, the kind you carry quietly and hope somehow resolves.
That same week an offering came around at church for a family in need, and Lina gave what she could. Twenty-six cents. It was almost nothing, and she gave it anyway.
Down to the penny The next day a friend told her the rest of the story. The offering the church had taken was for her. And when they counted it, it came to the exact amount of her power bill. To the penny. "The offering they took in church yesterday was for me," Lina said, "and it was the exact amount as my power bill. It was to the penny and I never told anyone how much my bill was."
Here is the detail that undoes you. Had she given more than her twenty-six cents, the total would have overshot the bill, and the provision would have lost its edge. Even her small gift was part of God's arithmetic.
God is not rounding up or guessing. He knew the number she never spoke aloud, and He met it precisely, through people who had no idea. The Father who counts the hairs on your head knows your bill too, down to the last penny.