From The Field

No electricity.


Recently, we had a team head out on typical deliveries to families in need in the community. But they soon discovered they were in an unusual opportunity at one stop. Read about it from one of those on the team:

When we entered the apartment, the first thing I noticed was that it wasn’t cool — coming in from the summer heat, it’s always nice to step into air-conditioning. But it wasn’t till I’d been inside for a minute or two that I realized there were no lights on — and about the same time, she apologized for having no electricity, because her power had been cut off.

Now, I’ve been through some seasons of unemployment, but never did it get so bad that I lost my utilities. I couldn’t imagine what that was like, particularly for a single mom trying to raise two children. No perishable foods would keep, they couldn’t escape the heat of the Deep South, how did they handle evenings with no light, etc. I asked how much she owed the power company, assuming it must be hundreds of dollars. I thought maybe I could give her some money to help defray those costs. But when she said that all she needed was $25 for them to restore her power, I had two thoughts: One, what’s it like to not even have twenty-five bucks for something so essential. And two, this is a no-brainer. I didn’t want her, or her sweet children, to go one more day without electricity if it wasn’t necessary.

Now, I don’t know how quickly she was able to get it restored, or perhaps she ended up spending it on something else her family needed, and I’d be fine with that. At any rate, I found it mind-boggling that in America, where 1% of the population owns almost 40% of the wealth, a nation rolling in riches, that a mere 25 dollars stood between a family and one of life’s essentials. To me, this was not just an issue of economics, but of justice. What would Jesus do? He’d help her get her power back on, and he’d provide light for her soul. So I just did what I thought he’d do. There was no internal wrestling or praying about it. There was a need, it could be met easily, so we met it. That’s what justice looks like.

Serving before receiving.

Alejandra and her family arrived in the US in 2016. All she had was some furniture that they collected from garbage containers. They volunteered first with Fully Furnished Ministries while they were waiting to move to a better place and loved the experience of serving and praying in each home.

They are so happy because of the beautiful furniture they’ve received now for their own home. Alejandra shared with us a touching part of her story: the Saturday that she served delivering furniture to those in need, she saw an amazing coffee table in our warehouse. Weeks later, it was that very table that was chosen to be given to her, without her request! She said that it reminded her that God has everything especially prepared to bless her and her family.

Alejandra’s sister-in-law, Yudith, also volunteered with FFM. Her husband died five months ago in a brain surgery, and she currently lives with his son and a nephew. She needs furniture for the dining room and the living room, coffee table and side tables and lamps, that we hope to be able to bless her with in the coming weeks.

If you have furniture you’d like to donate, please click on the “Donate Furniture” button on our menu above and set up a time for us to pick it up from your home.

Here Alejandra is with the volunteer team that delivered furniture to her home — and that very special coffee table!

Here Alejandra is with the volunteer team that delivered furniture to her home — and that very special coffee table!

Hello bed. Goodbye floor.

Many of us take lying in our beds every night for granted, not knowing what it feels like to not have a bed. This precious little girl was so excited to have a bed to lay in tonight. She was sleeping on a mattress on the floor before Fully Furnished Ministries volunteers visited her home and blessed her with a bed of her own.

After the delivery of the furniture for the family, the grandfather of the girl and I had a conversation about all that is going on in Venezuela and how they are having to flee the country. Seven of his kids are in different states across America. Though they are thankful to be here in the US, it is a tough road for them. We spoke as if we had known each other for quite some time as he opened up and shared his heart. This ministry is truly a blessing for me and so many.

Join with us in praying for this family and other refugee families who are far from home, building new lives in new places and without much to make their place feel like a real home.

~Rosa, a volunteer with our Heart Team

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