There has been an abnormal amount of physical activity going on in our bed lately…and no, it’s not what you’re thinking. Over the past year, multiple times we’ve had Laney in our bed. Not intentionally, of course (although there is nothing like snuggling up with a grandchild – precious!) Laney usually wheedles and begs to “sweep in Nina’s bed” until I give in and let her go to sleep there, with the agreement being that she’s getting put in her bed when Peepaw comes to bed. Then Peepaw will just leave her there rather than bother her.
She’ll even run into his office and say, “Peepaw, we’ve got a deal. I’m going to sweep in your bed until you come and then you put me in my bed and I won’t cry. Deal?” Last week, she was sleeping in her new sleeping bag at the foot of our bed, and I feel this feeling on my arm in the middle of the night like a spider, and I swipe it away right before this little voice at my ear says, “Nina, can you help me figure out how to get back in my sweeping bag?” I just throw her in with me, where she proceeds to woller until she gets herself laying sideways in the bed, feet pressing at my waist. Not a lot of sleep going on here….
We got a new comforter in the spring, and I love it. It’s big and fluffy and cozy. But it is so heavy that it wants to drag itself off the bed. It was also too hot in the summer, so we’d have to fold it up at the foot of the bed and just use the sheet and blanket. Then if the fan was running, sometimes you’d need it. With it being at the foot of the bed and so heavy, it was an ordeal to get it up in the right position. And then, of course, Tom didn’t want it because he was hot when I was cold, so he’d take his share and throw it over on top of me, which then made me burn up. I would start out the night with it and eventually it would start sliding down and I’d just let it go. Or Tom would take his part and try to fold it over so it wasn’t on me but wasn’t on him either. Which made it want to slide down the bed even more. Time after time, I’m trying to hold on to this comforter that feels like it’s got a sand bag in the bottom of it dragging it down.
Now that it’s cooler, I’m thinking I can stop this ordeal we’re going through with the comforter. We can just start off with it, hang on to it all night, and it will stay put. Not so. Now as it slides, I’m cold and need it, so I’m fighting with it to keep it up at my neck. I even had a dream last week that I invented this device that holds a comforter in place. It wasn’t real elaborate – basically consisted of a piece of elastic that went around your neck and had two clasp things at the front that you would attach to the comforter so it would stay where it was supposed to. I’m telling someone about this and they are looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. I mean, who dreams about a comforter? Really? And then I think about what if I have this contraption on my neck and Tom tries to get rid of his half? I’m going to have to make sure my elastic is flexible so I don’t get choked…..
One of my attorney friends tells his hilarious story about when his wife was going through menopause and burning up, had like two box fans blowing on her, with the air conditioner cranked way up, while he is freezing. He says you had to see it – she is lying on one side practically naked, sweating while these fans blow, and he is huddled under five blankets shaking and frozen to death. I can just picture it.
And where am I going with this? As I keep fooling with this comforter, my husband says we’re getting rid of it, and I say, “No, no, it’s beautiful! And it will settle down – it just needs worn in a little bit, just needs to get itself adjusted.” It reminds me of our relationship with the Lord. You know, when you go to get in bed at night, it just feels wonderful to sink into that bed, cuddle up with a blanket – it’s warm and safe. Just like when we go to Jesus – it’s comforting, it’s safe, it’s a wonderful place to rest. But sometimes we let that relationship slip away – almost as if it got distant while we slept. And then we don’t give it the proper attention, and before you know it, we’re throwing our part off to the side, or we’re kicking it off or we’re getting rid of it entirely. Do you ever wonder if the devil is that sand bag in your relationship with the Lord, just slowly, slowly tugging until you’re closer to the floor than the bed? We have to be vigilant and protect those things that are precious – don’t let them slip away! If only I could invent a collar that would hold our relationship with God tight……
My name is Teresa Evans. I am a wife to Tom, a retired Circuit Judge, and I am a court reporter by trade, a mother by God's grace and a lover of Jesus Christ. I've grown up in a family blessed with many miracles, and have received multiple miracles myself.