The Story of Big Mike: When God Provided More Than Enough

Jen Weir
Oct 27
5 min read

If you’ve hung around me for long enough at some point you have had the opportunity to hear about Big Mike. I think the last time I shared it was about 7 years ago, probably because the Lord was doing some other cool things so it didn't need to be told as a ‘memorial stone’.

Apparently, the Lord wants you all to rehear this one, for some of you hear it for the first time because He means to say something about a few things happening in our world.

So grab a beverage, sit back and enjoy the story, because my friends, someone is about to be set free from it as well as have the ability to finally step out and believe Him, again.

Fifteen Years Ago…

Fifteen years ago, my Zion was diagnosed with malignant melanoma. Not one a kid typically gets, BTW. There were discussions of chemo, a potentially hellish year ahead, the whole shebang as it happens to be when docs give someone that kind of diagnosis.

At the time, I was resolved to simply deal with the tumor—the other we’d discuss at a later date, or never. Especially since they hadn’t a clue about nutrition, holistic approaches, oh and the toxic chemicals that were raging through our home.

In any case, in order to get the surgery to carve a gaping hole in his tiny little body and restitch skin from his thigh to his neck (along with a disgusting sponge I’d have to later clean) we would need to foot a bill ahead of time.

It was only $850, but for a family of 6, with a poverty mentality and barely making ends meet, it might as well have been $850M.

The money didn’t concern me because I know me, and I know how “persuasive” I could be with docs and they were going to do the surgery whether they had their money or not, thank you very much. Please note I didn’t really ask the Lord to pay for it, I just knew Zion would have the surgery. One way 🥊 or another.☺️

Enter: Big Mike

Later that day a little white dog rolls up our driveway and as any group of young kids would do they ran in shouting about this dog and could we keep it?!

I was a home schooling mom who ran a small hair cutting business out of her kitchen with one kid still in diapers, another dog was not on my list for things to bring in that year.

Though honestly, if the scenario were to occur now, chances are I would say absolutely yes and not even give it another thought. Taking huge crazy steps of faith for 33 years has a way of making you throw all caution to the wind in literally every area of life.

I digress, my apologies…

These precious babes of mine take the muddy little creature in, promptly name it Big Mike on account of we had just watched The Blindside, and give it a total spa treatment, complete with a blowdry.

Two days go by and though we had thoroughly papered our neighborhood with flyers asking if the real owners would please stand up, no one called.

The night before Zion’s surgery, Mark made a last-ditch effort and looked at Craigslist again, just in case. Sure enough, a lost dog ad, for “Brittany” (not Big Mike) was there.

Within 15 minutes, the owners scurried over all tearful and filled with gratitude. The woman hands me a $500 check as a reward for finding her pup.

Of course I was like, “oh geez I can’t take your money for finding your dog!”

Remember—poverty mentality was in full effect, turning away blessings right and left.

To which my husband says, “Oh yes we can.”

Mark was probably thinking this would at least be a good bargaining tool for the finance folks at Children's Hospital, at least he’d be able to hand them some of what was owed.

Provision and a Miracle

We go down to Children’s the following morning, me with my precious boy and Mark headed to the finance department to figure out what they would do for us.

Long story long—they gave us an eternal discount (I’m not joking) of 75% off anything we’d ever need to have done, for anyone in our family, taking our once $850 bill down to a whopping $250.

Do not miss what happened—Brittany’s mom had just given us $500, twice what we would need.

Our God supplied not just what we needed, but more than we needed.

And He continued to do so many many MANY more times in our lives.

God doesn’t just meet your needs, dear one, He exceeds them. Unless you don’t believe He will then He won’t push in on you where you don’t want Him to be.

Remembering His Goodness

TBH, I had forgotten a lot of those times that God provided when Mark died. Many of you may have forgotten His goodness because of pain and trauma, I get it.

We will only experience God to the degree we have been emotionally healed.

A Word for Our Time

Today, as a culture, we find ourselves in a time where some silly things are going on in our country—most notably a hurricane that should be told to shut up and sit down, and a Gov staying shut down, causing some folks to have an unnecessary but understandable potential full-blown come apart.

The Gov thing has my eye, especially twitching because it is utterly ridiculous to ask men (my boys included) and women to still defend our freedoms while they also try to figure out how they will eat, pay bills etc.

But see, it’s not my job to criticize what some entity chooses to be petty about, nor is it my job to go all momma bear and deal with these people proper.

It is, however, very much my job to declare the truth of the Kingdom of God, in this case, “no soldier goes into battle at their own expense” and a few other things, and see to it that these people’s needs are met.

Be Someone’s Big Mike

The truth is, I am not an anomaly, and I know many of you have your own Big Mike stories, ones that might make my toes curl from excitement and joy!

If that’s you—you have a responsibility to not let good people suffer when it is your power to do something—namely, call on the One who we look to for our provision on behalf of those folks who do not know our God.

Or, for those who are so wounded by the world they just can’t let themselves believe that God is really that good.

I love what Andrew Wommack says, “God is El Shaddai, not El Cheapo!”

You guys, Jesus told His disciples, “You give them something to eat”, but they couldn’t/wouldn’t, so He did.

How much more ought we to do the same thing, on this side of the resurrection, particularly since we know where to get more if we need it?

In the coming days, seek ways to be a Big Mike to someone else, show them Who our God is.