A Little Lesson In Prayer

God has been teaching me a lot about prayer recently.

In recent months, I have been trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my spare bedroom. Office? Guest bedroom? Combination of both? In the meantime, I have casually been looking at Craigslist, Antique Stores, and Consignment Stores with the intent of being inspired and a love for "the search". I am an independent girl, so my thought process is, if I want it, I will buy it. That simple. As I was driving around the Queen City on Saturday, my brain flipped to the spare bedroom agenda again, and I heard God asking, "why don't you ask me?"

My immediate response was, "For a bed? Really God? I am sure you have much bigger things to deal with other than furniture for my spare bedroom ... I've heard my list lately." I dismissed the thought and moved onto another one, which was short lived because God once again replied back, "ask me for it."

Not sure exactly how I worded it, but I am sure it was a bit bratty mixed with a dose of awe and question marks that God wanted me to ask for furniture. But I did. I asked him to do His thing and provide me a bed for the guest bedroom. That my desire is to live out that it is not my home but His, and as such, I want to have a bed for people to sleep on.

Fast forward to Monday morning and a conversation with a childhood friend. I was telling her about my dining room table I purchased recently. She scolded me for buying a table, that she had one in storage I could have had for free. Jokingly, I said, "you got a bed in there? I need one of those." Her reply, "Yes! You can even pick it up tonight."

In the midst of this exchange I had completely forgotten this witty exchange with God from Saturday. But it was momentary, because as I sat down at my desk, God said, "see, I told you to ask for a bed."

He does indeed care about the small things like furniture. He has a brilliant sense of humor too. But more importantly, He knows I love a great story and would be meeting with someone today that needed to hear my curious story about praying for a bed. Sometimes, the more curious the story, the more powerful the meaning. My little prayer was answered, but more importantly, the story was just the nudge that someone else needed for a bold move in their life. Brilliant..