Tonight as I was getting into bed, the covers were a mess. Our bed is hardly ever made, mainly because I sleep in it at night, and the husband sleeps in it during the day, so I “remake” it when I get in bed – put the fitted sheet back on, figure out where 4 corners of the sheet are, try to get the blanket put on correctly… Tonight, though, I had to smile to myself.
A few short years ago, I could sleep on a top bunk with all my school books piled around me, and never knock one of them during the night. I hardly moved at night, which meant my bed was always how I left it. But that husband of mine – well, he moves in his sleep. He’ll kick blankets off, then pull on whatever he can find when he wants them back. We’re complete opposites.
I smile because that is such a beautiful aspect of life. Sure, it would be easier if the sheet stayed on and if the blanket always stayed in its proper place. But I would miss out on so much! We need other people. We need their love, and we need their messes. We need that companionship and we need to experience personalities different from our own. People come with all sorts of baggage (sidenote: does anyone else secretly enjoy watching that show???), and sometimes they bring crazy sleeping habits into your nicely made bed, but doesn’t that make it more interesting?
There’s no deep conclusion to this story. The lesson is still being learned, as it will throughout my lifetime. But now each time I fix the bed – that is, after all, what I’m really doing – I’ll pause to thank God that He has made us each so unique, and I’ll remember that a messy bed is really just a sign of great blessing.
Goodnight all – love you 🙂
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