Tuesday, April 20, 2010
For a couple of weeks I had been praying that the Lord would find us a sofa bed. We had a minister coming to visit and no bed for him to sleep on. We needed a couch badly and had hoped to find one at the local thrift store. But it seemed that they just didn't get them anymore.
I had almost given up when I remembered a thrift store in a nearby town. It was possible that they could have something. I decided to give them a call. "Well, yes," they said, "we do have one. We just set it outside for anyone who wants to take it away. If no one wants it, it's going to the dump."
"That's got to be my sofa bed!" I thought. "Now if I could just get Bruce home we could get it before someone else comes and takes it." My reasoning made no sense, and I knew it, so I scolded myself and told myself to be patient.
I admit I was relieved when my husband came home, but them he had to call our son-in-law to come and help. We finally got to the store and sure enough there was the sofa. I wasn't hugely impressed with it, but I thought, "if this is what the Lord has given me, I'm not going to turn it down."
I left the loading to the men and went into the store to check out the bargains. A few minutes later, Bruce came in looking for me. "Come on outside for a minute," he said. There was a big truck parked out in front of the store.
Bruce explained. The movers were trying to get rid of a sofa bed and chair but the Thrift store was not willing to take it. They had made a rule, no more sofa beds; the springs and mattress inside made them too heavy to move.
It was not a cheap sofa. It looked like new, it went with my decor, it was comfortable, and it was free; a gift from God with a chair thrown in for good measure. If we had gone fifteen minutes earlier, or fifteen minutes later, we would have missed it.
Pastor Duane always enjoyed sleeping on that sofa when he came to visit.