There's the Lord's Answer.
MANY years ago, when in my country charge, I returned one afternoon from a funeral, fatigued with the day's work. After a long ride, I had accompanied the mourners to the churchyard. As I neared my stable door I felt a strange prompting to visit a poor widow, who, with her invalid daughter, lived in a lonely cottage in an outlying part of the parish. My natural reluctance to make another visit was overcome by a feeling which I could not resist, and I turned my horse's head toward the cottage. I was thinking only of the poor widow's spiritual needs; but when I reached her little house I was struck with its look of unwonted bareness and poverty. After putting a little money into her hand, I began to inquire into their circumstances, and found that their supplies had been utterly exhausted since the night before. I asked them what they had done. “I just spread it out before the Lord!” “Did you tell your case to any friend?” “Oh, no sir, naebody kens but himself and me! I kent he would na forget, but I didna ken hoo he wad help me till I saw you come riding over the brae, and then I said, ‘There's the Lord's answer!’” Many a time has the recollection of this incident encouraged me to trust in the loving care of my heavenly Father.—New Testament Anecdotes.