Under the Bed

Sunday mornings feel good. It’s the day I look back at what’s been accomplished for the week. A good bit got done, but there’s more to do.

This week I worked on my bedroom.

It had become a place to sleep and not a place to dwell. I was laying in bed one night and all I could think about was what was under my bed.

When was the last time I looked under my bed? What was being stored there? When was the last time it was thoroughly cleaned?

The next morning, I found the answers.

My daughter had a guitar case and a couple of plastic bins of clothing under my bed. She has a platform bed and cannot store anything underneath, so I offered my space. It was a collection of dust and dog hair under there, so this had to change. The top of her wardrobe was empty, so I placed the bins up there. The guitar case is by the back door awaiting storage.

I moved the bed to another location in the room and cleaned the floor during it’s move.

Also, as I was laying in bed that night, I found myself staring at an empty wall wondering what time it was. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the bedside table, but the light hurt my eyes. I wanted a clock on that wall.

clock
It says Kensington Station, London.

“Go big, or go home,” is my thinking.

I see God working in the details of my life.

The really good stuff is in the details my darling, and sometimes that begins by looking under the bed.

7 thoughts on “Under the Bed

  1. dfolstad58

    This reminds me of Calvin and Hobbes – there were always monsters under the bed. Gosh this comment will hopefully make sense to you and you will laugh. If not if you google calvin and hobbes bed monster – then you will . Hugs!

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