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Finances is the topic of this newsletter.
As housing costs continue to rise in many
communities, more divorcing couples are forced to sell the family home and downsize
not only possessions but expectations. Divorce can leave us financially shaken when
we are most vulnerable emotionally. Under pressure, we may agree to settlements that
we would never consider in more lucid moments. We may face bankruptcy, an IRS
audit, and shock that the person we thought would love us forever is not at our side or
on our side—but feathering his own nest. Some of us never really know our spouse
until the marriage ends and a long-term pattern of fraud is revealed that included
keeping us in the dark about stock options, deferred bonuses, outstanding debts or
doctored records and checkbooks.
Here’s what is new
Christian Women Today, a bimonthly e-zine of Campus Crusade for Christ , features
two articles by Kari: “The Ups and Downs of Step-Parenting” and “The Power of
Touch,” taken from Lynn’s story in Issue 17 of the newsletter. Subscribe to this free e-zine at www.christianwomentoday.com
Now let’s meet Desiree from Oregon and Elaine from Colorado, who share how they
coped financially after divorce.
Personal Reflection by Desiree in Oregon
After seven years of marriage, my husband called home one night from his swing shift
job to tell me that he had found someone else and wanted “to be happy.” He never
came home again except three weeks later to get his personal effects. He took his
paycheck and left me owing $140,000 on a house, $12,000 on my car, and around
$11,000 in other debts (credit card, home improvement loan, etc). Shocked, I did not
know if I could survive.
My church family stood with me. They let me cry, hugged me and even brought
groceries for my girls (ages 12 and 16) and me. Some friends offered to loan me money
for a house payment, but I refused as I didn’t want to owe money to anyone else. Many
a dark lonely night I lay awake wondering what had happened and what to do. To be
honest, I completely lost attack of time. I was terrified and spent hours in prayer. Finally,
one Saturday morning I broke down and wept. Item by item, hope by hope, dream by
dream, I laid each one on the altar before the Lord. “It’s Yours, God. If You want my
children, they are Yours. If You want my home, it’s Yours. There’s nothing more I want,
long for or need except You.”
I’d been advised to sell my house, so I prepared it and showed it, hoping to sell it on my
own. After rejecting a cash offer because it was too low, I pleaded with God for a way to
keep my girls with me and in their own rooms, schools, and neighborhood. I sought out
a free consultation with a bankruptcy attorney, who immediately advised me to file. She
said I could keep my car and house but that I would never make it with the debt load
and must file right away. Walking out of her office, all I could do was pray, “Lord, please
don’t make me go through this. I don’t want to cheat these people; please, Lord!”
The next morning my clock radio awakened me with a local Christian station playing
worship music—and a commercial for Trinity Credit Counseling. I looked up the
company online, filled out an application, and waited. A counselor called and told me
that they couldn’t help me because of the type of debt I had. She told me to call each
creditor, explain the situation, and ask for a financial hardship form, and said that they
would probably work with me. So I made a list of creditors and began to call. I’d
previously learned that Oregon was not a community property state and even though
my husband had divorced me, he was still liable for one-half of all the debts (house
included) because he had signed the contracts.
The first one I called on was the home improvement loan; we owed $6,350. I explained
to the manager my situation and asked for a financial hardship form. She said there
was nothing she could do; she couldn’t divide the loan in half, restructure my payments
or help me. “If you don’t work with me,” I said, ‘you will force me to file bankruptcy. I
don’t want to dishonor you or cheat you in any way. Please, can’t we work together?”
She replied: “Would you be willing to settle the entire debt for $1,000?" After picking
myself up off the floor (and not knowing where on earth I would find the money), I said,
“Yes, I will.”
I called the next creditor; a $2,200 Visa bill. Again, the same result—they wouldn’t work
with me. Then I mentioned being forced into bankruptcy. Immediately the man said,
“Would you be willing to settle the entire bill for $550?” In faith, I replied, “Yes, I will!”
And so it went one creditor at a time, me being honest and prayerful, and each time an
agreement to settle for certain amounts. The only one that would not work with me was
regarding my car. By the end of the day, God had miraculously relieved my debt load of
$11,000 down to $2,200.
Still not knowing where I would get this money, I prayed. The next day was my birthday.
I phoned friends from church who had offered me money for a house payment. When I
explained what happened and asked if I could borrow the $2,200, one friend
immediately said yes, adding, “We’ve decided that if it was a small amount we wouldn’t
charge you interest. How about paying it off by the end of the year?” I cried. What an
incredible birthday gift! I could only rejoice (float was more like it) at what God had
Now I began to earnestly trim my budget so that I could prove to the mortgage company
that I had done everything in my power to work with them. I changed the date of my car
payment so it came out of the second paycheck of the month, shut off cable, the
newspaper, and downsized the garbage can. The girls and I pack our lunches. I did
anything and everything I could think of until my budget was within $300 of being
balanced. The only luxuries I kept was my cell phone for safety since I drive 50 miles a
day to work and my dedicated line for my computer as I do contract work to earn extra
money. Looking back I realize that it was only by giving away everything—every dream
of being loved, every hope of financial stability, every right to raise my children, every
single item that I held in high value—that God was able to bring the ram for sacrifice so
that I did not have to sacrifice on the altar that which I loved deeply. By honoring Him
with my whole heart, He more than honored me. I chose to believe that whatever
happened that God is ultimately in control.
Personal Reflection by Elaine in Colorado
“You are a survivor,” a friend once said to me. I pondered her words, picturing a
survivor as someone with head barely above water, treading water. At the time, that’s
how I felt. But today, three years after my husband’s departure, I’m tired of treading
water. I want to walk on water!
For twenty years of marriage, I stayed home with six beautiful blessings. I wore all those
badges that the church tells wives to wear. I made my own bread, home schooled my
children, and encouraged my husband. After my husband left me for a young girl in her
twenties, I learned that he’d been gambling, was $70,000 in debt, and behind in our
mortgage, gas, electric payments. He had emptied every penny out of our savings and
checking accounts, leaving me with no means of support. Not only did I not have
money to feed and clothe six hungry children, but worse yet, I had no job skills. How in
the world could I support myself let alone seven of us! I was devastated, yet my family
situation demanded that I go on.
I found a part-time job in a bookstore. The first week that I cashed my pitiful check for
$120, I went grocery shopping. When Sunday came, I opened my wallet to pay my $12
tithe and discovered that I only had a $20 bill. I bargained with God for a few seconds,
figuring I could pay Him next week until I realized that I couldn’t even go to Mac
Donalds with the remaining $8. So I put the $20 in the collection basket. Before the
offering song was even over, a woman I barely knew handed me a $100.
That was the start of God’s promises. God promises to never leave us or forsake us.
He promises to be a father to the fatherless and a husband to the husbandless. Those
children I have are a gift from God. Because they are His, I will do my very best to
provide but God has to pick up my lack. I do not make enough to pay my mortgage, yet
every month somehow it’s paid. Sometimes money arrives in the mail, through the
church or strangers. I can’t explain it. All I know is that I’m in desperate need of God.
And even though I qualify for food stamps and every humiliating program out there, I
tithe. So can you. And keep giving—give old clothes and things that remind you of
“him.” Giving creates an open pathway for God to give back to you.
Being a stay-at-home mom for 20 years I watched many neighborhood children. When
I went to work full time, friends and people I barely knew volunteered to watch my
youngest for free. I reaped what I sowed years ago. Somehow we always have plenty
to eat. I don’t get it. I can’t explain it. I just trust God. Is it hard? Yes! And yes there are
many panic moments. Yes, the car has broken down with no visible means to fix it, but
somehow God always comes through—sometimes in the most unexpected ways.
Recently, while driving my oldest daughter to the airport to catch a plane to visit her
father, she called his girlfriend “a blessing.” You see, my exhusband took off for the
Caribbean to avoid child support, leaving us with only a post office box address and no
way to trace him to garnish wages. He’s enjoying the best of life, sitting on the beach,
being supported by a wealthy new girlfriend, who paid for my daughter’s plane ticket so
she could see her dad. Isn’t that great!
Sure, there are days when I still feel that I’m drowning instead of walking on water.
There are days the pain is staggering, days I rage at my exhusband’s slick outrageous
behavior and wonder if I’ll ever be financially stable. I long to figure everything out, but I
guess in the end it really doesn’t matter. One of God’s names is Jehovah Roe—the
God who sees. He sees! He knows. God knows my hurt and yours. Best of all, Jesus
came to earth to heal the broken hearted. He came for us.
Help for today by Kari
If you yearn for financial security, you are not alone. Results of a new poll reveal that
most of us worry about the economic fallout from September 11 more than future
terrorist attacks. Women feel especially vulnerable, with 46% worrying that their
financial situation will worsen; 52%, feeling a general sadness; 26%, experiencing
difficulty sleeping; 20%, battling unexplained anger and a sense of panic as layoffs
increase, retirement plans take a hit, and bankruptcy filings increase.
The fear of not making it financially is real, especially after divorce divides a family’s
assets or plunders them. I’ll never forget the day I stood in an office parking lot fumbling
for my car keys panicked after another day without pay, no compensation for my
daughter’s daycare expense, for my travel time, or the gasoline consumed during the
100-mile round-trip drive to my job. The memory is so real that I wrote about it in “Dare
to Trust, Dare to Hope Again” (pg. 47). I know the disappointed look of children who
can’t comprehend how a mother’s $25 checkbook balance affects them or understand
why she can’t afford to take them out for pizza.
What helped me cope with life’s inequities and moments of panic were words of a
friend, “When I get in a ‘tiz and start to worry about making ends meet, I stop and pray,
‘Lord, order my day!’ You’re in charge.” While these words don’t pay bills or put food on
the table, they can sidetrack anxiety so our minds begin to function again. God doesn’t
want us running scared, but into His arms as Elaine points out.
On a practical level, try not to make any major changes in your lifestyle, such as
declaring bankruptcy before you seek wise counsel from friends, family, and/or experts.
Desiree’s story illustrates the wisdom of learning about alternatives.
Money Saving Tips from Barbara in Connecticut
(Source: An Internet Forward)
• Economize and sharpen scissors at the same time by cutting SOS Pads in half to eliminate rusted,
smelly pads under your kitchen sink.
• Keep celery fresh for weeks by wrapping it in aluminum foil before putting in the refrigerator.
• Candles last longer if placed in the freezer for at least three hours prior to burning.
A promise you can trust
. . . We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, . . .
But this happened that we might not rely on ourselves but on God. . . .
II Corinthians 1:8, 9 NIV
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