DEAR GOD, I NEED SOME JEANS

          Guest Post by Andrea Kortenhoven

Just a few weeks ago and I shared with a woman how I used to be a person who would tell God that I needed some jeans and expect him to answer my prayers. My new company of believers would scoff at such madness. But He sent someone to my house a few days later with a bag of nice, fashionable, gently worn clothes. Three pairs of jeans. Perfect fit. That really happened. 

I shared with her another instance. I decided to pray for a chest of drawers.  I didn't have the money and wasn't even shopping, and several days later, he brought one to my window.  Just yards from my bedroom window, one morning I spied a perfectly clean and well-made 6-drawer chest that someone had plainly decided not to take when they emptied their apartment.

I thought about how wonderful it was to really and truly believe that God hears and answers.  At times like these I'd believed so much that it didn't occur to me to doubt. I wasn't believing anymore--just thinking, and talking, listening, asking, waiting.  I didn't always get what I wanted, but I trusted God implicitly. I knew that in the end, he would do what was best and help me see.

I also thought about how, coincidentally, here I am 10 years later, and *needing* a dresser.  And what I really wanted was not a dresser, but a wardrobe. Not greedy, just grown and wanting what I thought would be pretty in my room in my home that Jesus gave me.

I decided to do some pricing.  I knew we couldn't afford it. I'd price it by faith. And when I did, I thought, okay. Good.  And I let it go.

My husband, already behind schedule, decided to stop at a Wednesday morning garage sale to check for tools.  And lo and behold, what did he discover around back by the garage? My wardrobe. Solid rough wood, just as I wanted.  And $100.

It's the little things. Right? He leads me tenderly.

 Guest Post by Andrea Kortenhoven