Queens, Kings and God

I woke up about 3 a.m. one morning last week to find my husband not in bed with me.  It wasn’t a surprise, really.  We had both been fighting nasty colds and coughs and I figured he had ventured downstairs to his recliner where he could prop himself up to breathe again.  Probably a good choice.

When my alarm went off a few hours later, I stumbled out of bed.  The sinus pressure and pain made me wonder why I had attempted to get up in the first place.  I walked downstairs and found my husband in his recliner covered in decorative throw blankets.

He turned to me and said, “I’m done with our bed.  I want a new one.  It’s time for a King.”

No, good morning.  No, how are you feeling?  We are getting a King bed.  Done.

I could have taken offense to that whole scene, but honestly I felt miserable, and it’s not like we hadn’t talked about this upgrade before.

We shopped around.  We Googled. We discussed.  Sleep Number?  Tempur-Pedic? A visit to the local Mattress King—um no. The commercials alone squelched that option.

On Sunday night we held a photo shoot for the queen bed.  She looked fabulous.  We posted pictures.  Received an offer.  Sold!

And then it wasn’t.  The buyer backed out.  Now what?  The new king bed was scheduled to arrive in a few hours.

Moments before the delivery, we received a call asking if the bed was still for sale.  It was someone in need of a bed.  A person just like you and me who had hit some hard times—needed a bed.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed by God and how He works.  What started as a simple plan last week, to sell an old bed and replace it with a new one, took a completely different turn in an hour’s time today.  The queen bed is no longer for sale.  She has a different purpose.  No money will be exchanged with this transaction.  She’s going to a new home with no strings attached.

Thank you, Lord, that your ways are always better than my ways.