My great grandmother was poor her whole life, as far as I know. I think in some ways, it is the poor who see God's tender care most visibly.
My mom told me last night about a conversation she had with her grandma years ago. Grandma was telling her about God's faithfulness. She told her a story about a time when she had hungry children and nothing to feed them. Nothing. So she prayed. She prayed, and squash came floating down the river. She fished it out, cooked it, and they had dinner.
My grandma, her daughter, has told me so often I hear her voice saying it to me: "Philippians 4:19 says, 'My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus!'"
My mother gathered us together to read God's word and pray for our needs. And we saw the squash, too.
So now I pray with my kids. They are learning to wait upon the Lord with us, to hope in His mercy, to trust in His grace. And they see river squash.
When I get to heaven, I'm going to make my great grandma tell me whose faith she caught.