I’ve recently been feeling sorry for myself over having moved ten times in the last five years and how J is deployed and our stuff is in storage and I can’t “nest” in my own home.

I know…trivial things, right?  My neighbor in Uganda lived in a one room shack the size of a small walk-in closet, and had cardboard over her windows to keep the rain out.

I am blessed to be at home with my parents and a few of my siblings and not have to live by myself for a whole year.  My brother has agreed to switch rooms with me, giving me a much bigger room that will more than accommodate me and baby boy, and my parents will let me paint and re-carpet said room.

It’s also a good reminder that really, I’m just a sojourner in this land and my true home is in heaven.

Yet, still I feel sorry for myself.

Four years ago, when I was in nursing school and on my third move, our next door neighbor gave me a beautiful Pier1 dresser and nightstand.  It was practically brand new and she didn’t need it and just told me that if I ever was getting rid of it to ask her if she wanted it back.  Yeah, I’m never getting rid of it…

Last week I was on a facebook resale page for the Hilton Head/Bluffton area when someone posted a set of bedroom furniture: queen size headboard, dresser, and nightstand. I’m not in search of bedroom furniture since our stuff is all in storage, but out of curiosity, I clicked on the pictures, and wouldn’t you know it, it was the rest of the set to my dresser and night stand.  I didn’t even know Pier1 was still selling this style! A woman in Savannah was selling it to make room for her baby, but for less than half the price of what it would be new.

So now I have bedroom furniture for when J gets back (we did actually need furniture…we’ve been borrowing a bed from my parents)….and it totally made my week.  I was reminded that the Lord of the universe not only knows when a single sparrow falls, but also knows the number of hairs on my head (Matthew 10:29-31).  He may be grieved by my short-sightedness and discontent, but rather than punishing me, he reminds me how much he loves me by unnecessarily providing a beautiful set of bedroom furniture, just because it makes me happy.

Why do I ever doubt His wondrous mercy and abundant provision in my life??