| I worked at a large bank in downtown Fort Worth as a
commercial teller in the main vault. I had worked for this
bank for 15 years and enjoyed my job until I one day when
I noticed something happening that didn't seem right. The
boss who had hired me was promoted to the branch in Dallas
and his predecessor was a man who appeared to hire only his
friends and family.
He attended a specific denomination and only hired workers
from that denomination. Even though we had people who
were highly qualified to apply, he only hired the people from
his denomination. When I spoke with the his superiors, my
boss became very angry with me. He took me in the back
room and told me that he was going to "get me". He said he
didn't know how but he was going to get me. I knew I should
take some sort of action before something happened I couldn't
decide what to do.
I prayed and asked the Lord to help me and continued with
my work. I couldn't decide if I had done the right thing or
not. Months passed and nothing happened, but Mickey's
attitude toward me became very aggressive and he became difficult to work with. I had to really watch my every step. I
had no proof that was really amiss so I just kept quite.
Then Mickey came to me and said there was a bag of money missing and I was the last one to have it the day before. I
became frightened and went over my bus of money and
couldn't find a problem. He said it was a new account and I
must have given it out by mistake. I was never told of the
new account, which was odd. The FBI was called in and I
was questioned. All this time God gave me peace that passes
all understanding. But Mickey swore that I was the one who handled the money last. I told the FBI what had gone on
before and they allowed me go home on Friday evening.
I had no idea of how to clear my name. Mickey was then transferred to Dallas and my old boss was transferred back
to our vault. Larry was a blessing from God. He had only
been there a few weeks and was in the back of the vault one morning when, suddenly, the bosses were running around
and we knew something was up. Larry stepped into my cage
and said, Betty, you need to pray - A lot of money has been stolen from the vault and It's an inside job. I called my
husband, Will, who worked at a church as the maintenance
supervisor and he got some of the older ladies together and
they began to pray. No one knew who to trust, and the vault
was swarming with agents. Because of the incident a few
weeks before I was really very worried. The FBI agents had
us stay and count the money and each person had an agent
over their shoulder watching till late that night. We finally
were allowed to go home and I slept very little. We weren't
due back to work until Monday and I prayed and asked God
to help me. I had four teenagers to raise and I couldn't help
but remember Mickey's threat. Early Sunday morning, as we were sleeping, God gave me a dream and in that dream God showed me how to vindicate myself. I startled my husband I
sat up in bed so quickly. I cried, Will, God showed me how to
prove my innocence concerning the bag of money that was missing previously. I couldn't wait to get to work. When I
told the agents what was in my dream they checked it out
and then said they believed me. In the next couple of hours Mickey came in to the vault in Dallas and confessed to the robbery, without being asked. God, because of his mercy,
had everything under control. Mickey is now serving time
and my heart goes out to him and his family. But I can't help
but remember the scripture that reads "No weapon formed
against you will prosper." Thank God for his shelter in times
of trouble.
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