A Broken Bed...A Broken Heart
Okay, so I definitely hesitate to tell this story...but I know that after reading the title, a few of my everyday readers are already in stitches. The rest of you will join soon.
So my mental sleep clock's been messed up ever since I was in California. Even though I failed to sleep the night after the USC game, I still couldn't get to sleep until 3:30 AM on Sunday night. I've been getting in bed early, and staying awake, just staring at the ceiling and using the extra time to pray a lil bit. But it took me all the way until Tuesday night to finally get tired enough to get in bed early. As a matter of fact, it might have been too early.
You see, my body is aging at a rapid pace. In some ways I'm kidding, and in others I'm not (I'm really mad at all the men in my family for the hairloss gene). But outside of feeling like I'm 60 when I get out of bed in the morning, I drink so much water during the course of the day, that I also have to get up once or twice a night to use the bathroom like I will again in a few decades. So anyway, Tuesday night I went to bed at something like 11 o'clock, which put the morning bathroom run at around 3:15 AM. I sat up in bed, hopped myself towards the edge, but when my butt landed firmly on the beam running along the center of my mattress, it happened...
[CRACK!!]
You see, I made my bed frame, and all of the weight distribution came through a central beam...the one I just broke. The entire frame caved in on itself and my big ol' tail landed on a chunk of wood hitting the ground with a sound and a shot of pain not welcomed by many at quarter after three!
So here's what happened. I couldn't get to sleep because my tailfeather was still a bit sore, so after watching a couple infomercials, I went back in to see what had caused the damage. I looked at the edge of the beam which I'd broke to find something interesting. Though on the outside, the wood looked perfect and strong, the beam had rotted on the inside. It was a miracle this hadn't happened earlier, honestly. I am not the heaviest I've been throughout the course of this season, you know.
So that's my story. I guess I could try to tie it in with a spiritual message as I normally do, but I wasn't exactly thinking spiritual thoughts when I almost broke through the floor and landed in my downstair neighbor's bed. Though, now that I think about it, there is something to be said about that piece of wood. How often in life do we put up a front that our spiritual life is something to be admired and modeled after, even when we are truly rotting inside. It's such a huge thing to be held accountable for that in ministry, because that is the perfect example of sin taking over a life. It's not only leading to internal death, but also putting up a wall of pride that will prove just as deadly as the rotting inside. And you never know when it will hit the fan, you never know when the ground, or bed will fall out from under you. I guess there is a challenge in this...a challenge to purify ourselves daily by nailing our sin to the kind of wood that cannot rot, the wood of the Cross.
Looking forward to a good night's sleep on my new bed,
Bobby
So my mental sleep clock's been messed up ever since I was in California. Even though I failed to sleep the night after the USC game, I still couldn't get to sleep until 3:30 AM on Sunday night. I've been getting in bed early, and staying awake, just staring at the ceiling and using the extra time to pray a lil bit. But it took me all the way until Tuesday night to finally get tired enough to get in bed early. As a matter of fact, it might have been too early.
You see, my body is aging at a rapid pace. In some ways I'm kidding, and in others I'm not (I'm really mad at all the men in my family for the hairloss gene). But outside of feeling like I'm 60 when I get out of bed in the morning, I drink so much water during the course of the day, that I also have to get up once or twice a night to use the bathroom like I will again in a few decades. So anyway, Tuesday night I went to bed at something like 11 o'clock, which put the morning bathroom run at around 3:15 AM. I sat up in bed, hopped myself towards the edge, but when my butt landed firmly on the beam running along the center of my mattress, it happened...
[CRACK!!]
You see, I made my bed frame, and all of the weight distribution came through a central beam...the one I just broke. The entire frame caved in on itself and my big ol' tail landed on a chunk of wood hitting the ground with a sound and a shot of pain not welcomed by many at quarter after three!
So here's what happened. I couldn't get to sleep because my tailfeather was still a bit sore, so after watching a couple infomercials, I went back in to see what had caused the damage. I looked at the edge of the beam which I'd broke to find something interesting. Though on the outside, the wood looked perfect and strong, the beam had rotted on the inside. It was a miracle this hadn't happened earlier, honestly. I am not the heaviest I've been throughout the course of this season, you know.
So that's my story. I guess I could try to tie it in with a spiritual message as I normally do, but I wasn't exactly thinking spiritual thoughts when I almost broke through the floor and landed in my downstair neighbor's bed. Though, now that I think about it, there is something to be said about that piece of wood. How often in life do we put up a front that our spiritual life is something to be admired and modeled after, even when we are truly rotting inside. It's such a huge thing to be held accountable for that in ministry, because that is the perfect example of sin taking over a life. It's not only leading to internal death, but also putting up a wall of pride that will prove just as deadly as the rotting inside. And you never know when it will hit the fan, you never know when the ground, or bed will fall out from under you. I guess there is a challenge in this...a challenge to purify ourselves daily by nailing our sin to the kind of wood that cannot rot, the wood of the Cross.
Looking forward to a good night's sleep on my new bed,
Bobby
posted by Bobby at 6:58 AM
2 Comments:
Great end to a funny story. And you did say 'tailfeather'... yes, you did. and I love it!
Sorry about the bed Bob, but a fabulous illustration of what rot or sin on the inside can do. I once heard my brother quote someone (don't know who?)with the following-
What we cover, God uncovers.
What we uncover, God covers.
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