July 23, 2013: The Bank Adventure

This week, God gently reminded me, “Daughter, who do you belong to?”

Previously, I mentioned that my bank card got eaten by an ATM, leaving me without any extra cash until the bank could mail me a new card. Thankfully, my trustworthy landlord, Mr. Barrett, signed the letter when it arrived.  Another test of faith came when I had to go downtown to the bank with only enough bus fare for the trip there but not for the return. Fortunately, someone at the house gave me money to bring something back for them from town. 

At the bank, my debit card refused to work. OMG, not now! I tried calling customer service, but my Jamaican phone couldn’t connect to the 1-800 number. So, I used the money given to me to buy minutes for my phone and called my daughter, Nadia, for a three-way call. She answered just as she was about to turn off her phone—praise God! She dialed the 1-800 number for me.  Customer service answered but put me on hold to reactivate my card. I was worried about running out of minutes, but Nadia calmed me down.

I kept repeating the name of Jesus until the representative returned, apologizing for the delay and confirming my card was reactivated. With the customer service rep still on the phone, I nervously waited for the person in front of me to finish at the ATM. Finally, it was my turn. Following the rep’s instructions, I tried my card again—success! I returned the borrowed money and picked up some things I needed.

Later that day, God showed me more favor. With no internet at the house (my friend had taken the internet box and hadn’t returned it), I noticed Digicel promoting their prepaid internet box in town. Other providers required signing a contract, which I didn’t want. I decided to buy the prepaid internet box.

On my way home, I realized I had forgotten to buy the internet box. It was already 4 PM, and I felt so frustrated. But I quickly prayed and headed back to town, hoping the store would still be open. By God’s grace, I got my internet box, and they even gave me 24 hours of free service. Though I still needed to buy minutes for it, I knew God had a plan.  On Sunday, I went to church and shouted praise to the Lord.

I felt chains breaking, just like the song says: “There is power in the name of Jesus… Break every chain, break every chain, break every chain.”

By Sharon Kerr