God in the pillows

So, last night I was done! I was tired, grumpy, achy, and ready to go to bed. As I sauntered into my bedroom I realized to my dismay that there were no sheets on my bed. I had stripped it to wash the sheets and had not put any back on. The last thing I wanted to do at that point was put on clean sheets. So, knowing full well that it was unacceptable to SH, I crashed on top of the bed and pulled up a blanket. I was warm, had my soft, squishy pillows, and drifted effortlessly to dreamland.

Some time later (I was asleep, so I have no idea how long...) SH comes upstairs and wants to put sheets on the bed. As talented as he is, he apparently did not take the hospital candystriper class about how to change the sheets when someone is bedridden. We had a pull and tug fight about it, but finally there were sheets on the bed and I did not have to put my feet on the floor. He covered me back up and I was getting ready to drift again when I realized I did not have my pillows. I figured he was still working on them and would take care of it as I drifted again.

As the night wore on, I became very uncomfortable and realized I had no pillows. Now, for someone whose pillow situation is very important this was a tragedy! However, my exhaustion won out and I suffered all night without my precious pillows.

Finally it is 5:00 AM and my wonderful alarm goes off reminding me of the pleasures of my quiet early mornings. As I go to stand up and walk over to the alarm, I realize my pillows are right beside my bed on the floor. Right beside my bed. All I had to do was reach over with one hand and grab them and my night would have been so much better.

My help, my relief, my comfort, was right beside my bed; but I was too wrapped up in my own misery to try to find it. And it was right beside my bed.

If there is not a spiritual lesson in that, I don't know what one is. Even in your misery, if you just reach out with one hand to your Help, He will be there. Right beside your bed.

Reach for it, friends.

O:)
Melissa