During one of our neediest times years ago, our pastor came forward to pay our rent for us. Hubby had quit his job after his employer started expecting unethical things. We felt it was more important to follow our consciences and Scripture rather than take underhanded earnings. Even if it meant facing want and need.
Before leaving for the mission field, we (obviously) had to pare our belongings down a great deal. But I brought along three things which I considered absolutely essential. A medical book and what I call my hard-times cook books.
I’m fond of saying that Hubby and I should have received a financial stupidity award in our early marriage. Armed with credit cards and few brains, we shopped foolishly and extravagantly. Even buying a dog on credit!