Enough! I’m tired of the constant lack of money!» Kira had been repeating this phrase for the third day, as if trying to find the key to solving the problem. But her thoughts remained tangled, and there was still no plan of action.
Kira worked as an assistant to the general director at a gravel plant. Her salary came regularly, and her wage was quite decent. However, in the current situation, that money became a mere pittance, barely enough to support the entire family.
Everything changed because of circumstances. And because of the loan.
Life had become like a tightly stretched string, ready to snap with the slightest movement. Clouds were gathering overhead, threatening to bring new misfortunes.
«If I don’t pay the loan, the collectors will start calling, and the interest will rise,» Kira thought aloud.
Two months ago, their life was completely different…
Sasha, her husband, had suffered a serious injury at work. After a complicated surgery, he was expected to spend three months with metal rods in his leg, using crutches, followed by another six months of rehabilitation. The fracture of his heel turned out to be extremely complicated, with multiple damages. The doctors warned that he could remain disabled for life. Recovery required time and patience.
Sasha had carried the primary financial responsibility, but now all payments rested entirely on Kira’s shoulders. Working under a contract, he received minimal sick pay.
«Yes, it’s a lesson. A tough one, but a lesson,» they said, trying to remain calm.
Her salary now covered only the most urgent needs: bills, groceries, and the loan.
Yet two months ago, everything had been different…
We often ignore or block thoughts about potential troubles. We don’t want to think about what could happen!
What if you get sick? What if you lose your job? Especially when it comes to bank obligations!
Where it’s thin, it tears. That’s exactly what happened to Kira’s family.
Every morning, Kira rushed to work, and in the evenings — back home: cooking dinner, checking her son Stepan’s homework, taking care of her husband. Her nerves were on edge. She didn’t expect fate to squeeze her with such force.
And one evening, when she was rushing home again, not noticing anything around her, she approached the entrance and noticed a large brown wallet.
Kira thought it might belong to her neighbor, Anastasia Mikhailovna, whose figure had just disappeared around the corner of the house.
She ran after her, but the woman only raised her hands in surprise.
Kira stopped and paused for a moment. At that moment, the wind playfully tousled her hair, bringing with it a fresh breeze. She closed her eyes, for the first time in a long while feeling an inner freedom from worries. It was as if the world here and now was completely different, without problems and hustle.
Then, she decided to open the wallet.
«Empty. Almost empty,» she muttered.
Inside, there was only a small icon of Spiridon Trimifuntsky and a worn-out piece of paper.
Curiously, Kira unfolded it and began to read. At first, her face contorted with surprise, then her eyes filled with tears. She felt her legs betrayingly tremble. It seemed as if this letter was meant for her, as if someone had left it on her path on purpose.
A letter!
«Dear grandmother, hello! I did everything you advised. Yes, times have been tough. I found myself alone with a disabled child in my arms, drowning in debt. When there was no strength left to resist the circumstances, when the fight for a decent existence seemed impossible. When tears became my only companion in the evenings, due to loneliness and the lack of support.
Your faith became my true salvation. Thank you for introducing me to Spiridon Trimifuntsky! Thank you for the stories about his miracles. And following your example, I — empty and seemingly wrung out — went to the saint to ask for help. I touched his relics, praying that at least a drop of hope would return to my heart. Hope for a bright future!
But I didn’t even imagine how quickly help would come. The changes happened swiftly, and for the better. I was stunned! Now, I am ready to shout about this, urging others to turn to the saints! Their purpose is to help those who come with faith and pain in their hearts. They lived for us and continue to live in our hearts.
As soon as I left the church, an old classmate called out to me. We hadn’t seen each other in a long time! She also honors Spiridon Trimifuntsky. We talked, and understanding the depth of my pain, she said: ‘Wait for a call this evening.’
That evening, her brother called and offered me a high-paying job. Imagine, I — drowning in debt with a disabled child — for the first time felt a glimmer of hope. My life started changing for the better!
A few days later, I started at the new job. They immediately gave me an advance, knowing about my situation with my son. I was able to hire an assistant to look after him, buy the necessary work clothes. It was a new stage — a step forward to a better life!
Grandmother, my dear! How I wish you could read these lines…
Kira seemed to wake up from a long sleep. The words her grandmother had spoken a year ago about Spiridon Trimifuntsky surfaced in her memory. He helps with finances, opens new opportunities, and solves housing issues.
After reading the letter, her own problems seemed so insignificant and temporary. She even felt ashamed of her worries. Of course, tomorrow she would go to the icon of the saint to offer her prayers. But now Kira realized: through this letter, the saint had already touched her fate. As if the conversation had already taken place.
She headed home, feeling a surge of joy and inspiration. It seemed as if the world around her had transformed, blooming with new colors!»
