My Unmade Bed

There is something I love and something I hate about an unmade bed.  I love it because it means that I did not have to work immediately upon waking up and it means that I can just crawl into bed at the end of the day.  I hate it because for the time between wake up and bedtime, it nags me.  I walk into my bedroom and see something else that I did not do.  It’s like the rumpled covers berate me, telling me I’m a lazy housekeeper (which I guess in this case is true).  This has irritated me for the last few days but yet my bed remains unmade.  What does this say about me?  It seems as though the reward of making my bed is not valuable enough for me to actually do it.  It’s likely that I’m over-analyzing here (I’m good at that) but I feel like there is an opportunity for learning somewhere hidden among the covers.

How many areas of my life are like this…where the satisfaction of work done does not motivate me to actually do the work?  Spiritually thinking, how many places in my soul need some hard work that I have neglected?  Is there forgiveness needed that seems too hard to work through, especially when the other person doesn’t seem to care?  Is there a deep hurt that I need to lay bare before God and let Him heal?  Is there disobedience to God’s direction because it seems too radical? Lord, may it not be so.  You have shown me through both the tiniest and largest of ways that Your work is worth it, no matter what the cost of pain.   It reminds me of Psalm 126:5, “Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy!”   The picture here is of someone messily and consistently digging in the dirt to sow the seeds he or she possesses.  Maybe this person has just one seed and is crying because their harvest seems hopeless.  Maybe this person has sown diligently without much result for what seems like forever.  As this sower works and cries, the seed is watered with tears, and tear-watered seeds eventually produce a harvest of joy in God’s perfect time.

Lord, forgive me for the ways I have lazily kept my soul.  Thank you for your forgiveness and for the mercy You show through the blessing of hard spiritual work.  Give me the courage today to tend to the things that need tending, to not worry about the tears that may make the job even messier, and to wait in expectant hope for your harvest of joy.  And help me remember to make my bed today.  I love you.  Amen


2 thoughts on “My Unmade Bed

  1. Betsy, I’m so glad you have a blog now! You are such an inspiration to me and always have been! I ran into you recently at chick-fil-a and I was so upset with myself that I did not speak to you more. Your boys are getting so big and you look so adorable pregnant! Thank you for sharing your sweet soul!!

    Katie (Thompson) Clements

  2. The very first thing I do in the morning is make up my bed. It tells me a new day is starting and the old day is gone. It let’s me know that God and I are starting out on a new adventure. It doesn’t have anything to do with house keeping or being lazy. It is just a new start in my life with GOD for that day. Just like I pull the covers back at the end of the day, and we have our very personal conversation about our day together.

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