Recently my friend of 15 years, Alethea, surprised those close to her with news she was moving along with her 2 young boys from the midwest to Orlando, Florida. Even though I tried selfishly to convince her to stay in Kansas City, which is only 3 hours instead of 24 from me, her mind was made up.
The last move she made from Nebraska to Kansas, she sold almost all of her belongings, and started fresh. This time she did the same thing. She kept 1 mattress out of 3, some furniture she inherited from her Grandmother and hit the road.
But she did something different this time. Before she began her travels, she had been praying. Praying about the move. Praying God would help her. Praying her car would survive the far drive with the U-Haul trailer attached to it. She prayed and had others praying for her too.
It all started a few months ago when her apartment management called and told her that they had lost her lease papers and she would need to sign a new one. She opted to end her lease at the end of July instead of renewing it. Her original destination was going to be Denver, Colorado but thankfully, God slammed the doors shut there before she uprooted her family.
The other day, she made it to Orlando and within an hour was approved for an apartment. A place bigger than what they had in KC and $300 cheaper in rent. But get this. The apartment is furnished. The owner is living in Puerto Rico and had plans of putting his furniture in storage, but then decided Alethea can have it for $150 extra a month. This furniture is what she would pick out. The colors of the walls are what she would paint them. She dislikes carpet and this is tiled in squares of beauty.
God provided a home for her family that is so tailor-made by Him, Alethea couldn’t deny that He’s her Provider if she tried. Each room is designed for that person. For instance, her little boys’ room has bunk beds, her older son a queen bed and she has a king size bed. In her living room is a couch just like the one she sold in KC. But that’s not all. Her 2 boys are talented basketball players. This apartment complex comes with an indoor basketball court with 6 hoops. SIX. And the first neighbors she met invited them to church. She also will be meeting a godly friend of mine…Bible teacher, author and speaker Lisa Shaw, who has been praying for her and in contact with her since I introduced them through Facebook.
She left KC with nothing but her boys. She has made friends already and has a furnished home.
Only God could orchestrate all of this.
In the Bible there was a woman in need.
A widow with 2 boys desperate for help. She cried out to Elisha, a man of God…“Your servant my husband is dead, and you know He revered the LORD. But now his creditor is coming to take my two boys as his slaves. Elisha replied to her, “How can I help you? Tell me, what do you have in your house?”
“Your servant has nothing there at all,” she said, “except a little oil.”
The story in 2 Kings 4 goes on to tell us that Elisha told her what to do…
“Go around and ask all your neighbors for empty jars. Don’t ask for just a few. Then go inside and shut the door behind you and your sons. Pour oil into all the jars and as each is filled, put it to one side.”
She left him and afterward shut the door behind her and her sons. They brought the jars to her and she kept pouring. When all the jars were full, she said to her son, “Bring me another one.” But he replied, “There is not a jar left.” Then the oil stopped flowing.
She went and told the man of God, and he said, “Go, sell the oil and pay your debts. You and your sons can live on what is left.”
WOW! I love that….she kept pouring.
All she had to offer God was a “little oil”. It was her obedience that kicked God into action. She obeyed. He provided. Only God could multiply the oil and all she was asked to do was supply the empty vessels.
A few months ago I attended a conference and the speaker pointed out how when the jars stopped coming in so did the oil. When we continue to offer our lives as an open jar to God, He will continue to fill us up. He will provide for us in ways that will make us say things like Alethea did yesterday, “I’m smiling so much my cheeks are hurting.”
Walking with God, doesn’t always make us walk around smiling so much that our cheek muscles are begging for rest. The widow didn’t go to Elisha with a smile on her face. Her godly husband was dead and she was about to lose her boys. She was desperate. She was asked what she had. I’m sure when Elisha told her to go get a lot of jars she went back to her empty home confused and maybe a little mad. BUT she obeyed. She trusted enough not to try to figure out how her little bit of oil was going to fill the many empty jars her sons kept putting in front of her. Instead, she kept pouring.
A Single Mom. Two boys. ONE GOD
The widow’s obedience allowed God’s provision to be more than she could have ever imagined. I’m sure when the widow paid the creditor and returned home with her 2 boys along with enough money to live on, that she too had hurting cheeks.
My friend Alethea felt she was to move to Florida and is trusting in a God Who is blowing her mind. I’m in awe of what God is doing in my girlfriends life. The cool part is, she’s not missing it. She’s been on the path of seeking Him and this week He has let her know… I see you. I see the heart you have for Me and you are not going unnoticed.
A Single Mom. Two boys. ONE GOD A God Who is filling her empty jars as only He can do.
No matter what…keep pouring.