The other day I received an email from our neighborhood emails asking if anyone had a bed.  They said it was for a woman friend who needs a bed to lay on beside her husband.

You see, the husband has cancer and is now in hospice and will be coming home to ...well...start the process of truly going home.  He is a believer.  He will have a hospital bed and she wants to be able to be beside him.

I didn't even blink.  I quickly responded saying yes we had a bed (we do have an extra twin that eventually will need to do something with.) And the lady was so thankful and they would come on Friday to pick it up.

Our plan is to bring over Walter's double bed and have a double and a twin in his room.  Perhaps a bunk bed or something.

Well, that was yesterday.  This morning I looked at the size of the double mattress in Carrie's room and thought, "How in the world are we going to move a double bed?"  Our van is too small and the truck is probably too small as well.

I asked God about it.  I knew He had a plan.

Just now I got a call from the friend of the woman saying they were taking a bed from another offer, that it had sheets and mattress cover and a headboard (we didn't have a headboard) and asked if that was okay.  I told her, "Of course!"

She said it was no coincidence that I was brought to her, b/c as I told her before, that I would be a prayer warrior for her.

And so I am amazed- at how God works.
Was He just testing me to see if I would respond to the need?
Was He showing me that I do have a serving heart and when it's time to serve, that He'd show me and not to feel guilty about focusing on my family for a little bit?
Was it just to add a prayer warrior to this journey of death and pain?

I don't know the why...but I know that NOTHING is coincidence with our God.  Nothing.

And He loves us and He wants us to be open to serve Him whenever He calls.

I just hope I have eyes to see next time He calls.