Mike was worn out—working long shifts at a grocery store just to make ends meet. His mom, Kaila, was growing sicker, and the bills piled up faster than he could handle. Every day felt like a losing fight. One evening, overwhelmed in their dim apartment, his eyes caught a dusty box in the corner. Inside was the old Bible his grandmother Grace had left him—along with a mysterious note:
“Open it when it’s hard.”
They hadn’t spoken in months before she passed. Their last conversation ended badly—Mike refused to attend church, and she walked away. When she died, she left most of her belongings to the church, except that Bible. At the time, it felt like a punishment. But now, broken, he opened it.
As he flipped through the pages, something slipped out—two crisp \$100 bills. Then more. Hidden inside were thousands in cash, enough to cover his mother’s hospital bills. Grace had planned it all, knowing he’d need help—not just money, but hope.
Mike cried. She hadn’t abandoned him. Her last gift was wrapped in the faith she tried to share. That money saved Kaila’s life. In the following months, Mike found new strength—cutting back work, going back to school, and slowly learning to believe again. Grace hadn’t just given him cash. She gave him hope.
