Jesus In The Mattress
by Heather @ 40 Year Wanderer
He was there that day ~ my heart called out to Him. He’s always there. But that day? He significantly moved.
“They need it, Jesus. And You know we can’t give it to them. But I know You can. Will you give it through us?”
That prayer cried out in my heart and soul as I walked around the middle of the Meier store that day. The day lit up by a miracle.
We had just moved to Kentucky on faith. We knew that God had led us there over many other choices. We even thought my husband would have a job. But no. At the bursting of the economy, my husband’s field of expertise was one that was hit hard. He also got sick right after we moved there. Infection after infection. Life dove low. The type of low that makes you feel like your feet are never going to touch again. The love of my life nearly died from meningitis. In a city we had barely become familiar with, the walls came tumbling down with a crushing feeling so tight that every breathe was labored through prayer. We had no money coming in and lots needed to go out. But God was always with us.
We were flipped upside down in every possible way, put smack dab in the middle of a state of which we knew not a single soul, and told…
“Listen. Be still and listen.”
That was big for us. Our marriage had survived near-insurmountable odds to get to a place that we were both living for God’s plan. All we had left was faith and hope in God. We knew God had brought us there. That year we had ridden our faith out into the unknowns. But that waiting. That very soul-jarring, heart-pounding… WAITING… was so worth it.
We went in to that store that day for groceries and necessities. But after my prayer that day … we came out with so much more.
That week we had been thinking about a ministry at our new church that had families in need of mattress sets. We were in hard times, but we still had a bed to lay our heads down on that night. Our hearts set sail to help.
“Oh, Jesus. We don’t have the money to buy such an expensive thing! But our hearts ache to provide this. I believe you can help us.”
He showed up.
As I finished asking and thanking Him for any opportunity to help, I saw it.
As I turned down that aisle ~ a mattress set.
My heart skipped a beat.
The questions that anyone would naturally think started popping in my head like popcorn… temptations to question.
“Why would a grocery and clothing store have mattresses? Oh how I wish we had the money to get that set!”
Instead of listening to the mind chatter, I slowly walked up to it while my heart was pounding hard.
Dare I have the audacity to have so much faith that THIS set could be affordable? And by affordable I mean dirt cheap, friends. We had a tidbit of money left. We knew we needed it badly, but my soul was trusting what God was saying…
“I will provide if you trust.”
Everyone knows new mattress sets are at least a few hundred dollars. We didn’t have that much. But I was well aware that if I did as God asked then He’d fulfill my heart’s desire.
My husband had wanted the same thing. I slowly peeked at the price tag.
My heart fell out and I nearly bawled right there on the Meier tile floor. Could it be so?
Yes. Yes. And OH YES!
This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to His will, He hears us. (1 John 5:14 ESV)
That very miracle-lit-up day, we walked out of that store with a new mattress set AND sheets for less than $120. A family got a new bed that day; a comfort I had taken for granted so many nights in my life.
Jesus knew our hearts were to give. I am convinced He gave two families a gift that day. One family would lay there heads down on a soft new mattress to sleep warm and snug in the precious hands of God. And my family got the gift of giving… all from those very same precious hands of God.
Jesus was in the mattress that day.
All because I asked.
Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him, and he will act. (Psalm 37:5 ESV)