AHHH! I love a nice, comfortable, warm bed! Being close to my beloved and protected under our mosquito net from those pesky, malaria carrying critters is one of my favorite places to be!
Last night was a night not unlike any other. Hubby and I were sleeping the “sleep of the righteous” when, at about 2:30 a.m., I was jarred awake by my bed caving in under me! Talk about a rude awakening! Somehow the wooden support on MY side fell right off causing MY side of the bed to sag. I do not quite understand how it happened, but dear hubby’s side remained intact. He was still comfy, cozy under the blankets. No amount of coaxing could convince him to try to fix the bed at THAT hour of the morning!
Luckily for me, our 11 year old daughter, Esther, sleeps in a double bed by herself. I took my pillow and snuggled under the covers with her and promptly fell back to sleep. When morning came, Esther rolled into me and with a very confused look on her face asked, “Mommy, why are you in bed with me?” She had never seen her mom get kicked out of bed before. This is not a normal occurrence at our house!
Being a typical Sunday morning, we had to get breakfast right way, wash the dishes, get dressed for church … you know the routine. I even went in our bedroom and made up my bed so nicely. The comforter with its pretty, pastel flowers was pulled nice and straight and tucked snuggly around the pillows. The mosquito net canopy was unzipped and draped to the side.
A few minutes later, dear hubby came in to get dressed for church, grabbed his socks and shoes … and proceeded to sit on the bed … on MY side! “Whoa! This bed is broken!” The pretty comforter on the nicely made bed and the draped net did nothing but mask the broken support bracket of the bed. It could not be sat on or laid on. It was good for nothing. But it looked good!
I wonder how many “broken beds” are walking around in our churches or among our circle of friends. We would never know it to look at them. They seem nicely dressed and have a pleasant smile in place. But inside they are hurting and broken. The slightest pressure or weight placed on them in that particular spot quickly displays to those around that they are in pain. Someone who is insensitive may look at this broken and hurting person wondering, “What is their problem? I didn’t sit down hard on them!”
God give us sensitive hearts – hearts that recognize a hurting life hiding behind a pleasant façade. Give us hearts that are in tune with the Holy Spirit – willing to reach out in love to comfort the wounded and to offer extra support where needed.
I am happy to report that I was able to enjoy my Sunday afternoon nap curled up in my own bed without worries of the bottom falling out! Thanks, Honey!
Glad hubby fixed your bed Donna! What a "lovely" thing to have happen in the middle of the night! Although I had a chuckle with you about the bed (okay, I'm sure you weren't laughing in the wee small hours of Sunday morning) I thought your connection with the walking "broken beds" in our churches to be an excellent one. You are so right! With love, Deb