I want to tell you guys about my friend Henry. He’s no celebrity or well-to-do kind of guy but he has a great story to tell that I think will inspire you beyond words. This is, by all accounts, a true story.
Like to hear it? Here it go.
For many years, Henry lived on the streets of Atlanta. Under bridges, on park benches and was what we’ve called an “eyesore” to the beautiful landscape of this city.
Over the last few years, Henry began attending a church nestled in the heart of Atlanta and would spend many Sundays on the back row, trying to get a piece of Word that would help change his life.
Most recently, Henry has started losing his eyesight and is a diabetic.
When I think about the grand scheme of things, he’s probably been praying for a break through for years only to seemingly have no response from God.
Earlier this week, my good friend Kim texted me and asked if I was still giving away the table and chairs I posted on Facebook and Twitter, and, I was!
She explained that she knew of a very low-income family who could use them and wanted to know if I was willing to give it to them. Of course!
I asked “is there anything else they need?”
She said, “they could use a sofa, bed, table and chairs. It’s for this guy named Henry who was blessed by my church with an apartment after being homeless for many years. He’s legally blind and could use some help.”
I began weeping.
LAST week, as I was packing up my apartment, I told God that I wanted to give my furniture in my apartment to someone who was in need. I’ve been so blessed to have an apartment, furniture (most of which I didn’t pay for) and, if I’m trusting You to take me from this place to the next, I can give my possessions to someone who needs it. I told God if He’d put the person across my path, I’d sow the seed without a second thought.
I told Kim that not only could he have the table, but he could have my sofa, love seat, end tables, lamps, and most importantly (something Henry probably hasn’t slept in years) my bed.
Now a moment of honesty: I hesitated on typing he could have the bed. Kim had to follow-up with me to ask to be sure and I’ll tell you why: for a split second I thought, “my God. If I give up my bed, my last real home possession, where in the world am I going to sleep?” Before I could get the thought through my head, the spirit of God said, “GIVE IT TO HIM.”
And so it was.
Today, Henry will get his new furniture coupled with some amazing donations from the church. This time next week, the day my lease ends, he’ll have a nice bed to add to his home furnishing collection! For the first time in a long time probably, Henry will see the real life manifestation of God moving. He went from the streets of Atlanta to a fully furnished apartment in less than a week.
Moreover, how long do you think Henry has prayed for a moment like this? Months? Years?
We should never stop believing.
God is working, orchestrating things on your behalf that you have NO clue about. In a twinkling of an eye, your life can be changed simply because you believed the impossible. God is always anticipating our needs before we even know we need them and is waiting for the opportunity to bless you in such a way that only HE could get the glory for it.
I too, am believing for the impossible.
If God will do it for my friend (and yes, I call him FRIEND) Henry, why not you? Why not me?
I hope you are as inspired as I am from this story.
Give and it shall be given unto you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you. –Luke 6:38
There is nothing too hard for God. –Jeremiah 32:17
Behold, I am the Lord, the God of all flesh: is there anything too hard for me? –Jeremiah 32:27
Now to Him Who, by in consequence of the action of His power that is at work within us, is able to carry out His purpose and do super abundantly, far over and above all that we dare ask or think — infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts, hopes, or dreams. — Ephesians 3:20 Amplified
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