You’ve heard of #100HappyDays? Well, I stole the idea and adapted to fit my blogging schedule.
Every day is filled with reasons to be thankful. And yet the majority of my day isn’t spent being thankful. That’s got to change. God sent his son to save me - HUGE reason to always be thankful. And I’ve been freed to live a new life through Christ, released from fear, doubt, shame and self-reliance, equipped with love to serve others and blessed with all kinds of daily tasks and jobs to express my love. And that’s just the big stuff.
How about all the amazing little things each day? The simple, everyday stuff. The stuff I totally take for granted and just expect to be there. And yet stuff that so many people still don’t have - and may never possess. My God gives me so much and it’s time to praise him for all he’s done for me.
This is #100ThankfulWeeks to praise Him. I’m sharing one simple thing I’m thankful for each week. And I encourage you to swipe the idea and make it your own. And if you let me know when you post or what hashtag you use, I’ll be happy to share your posts. Because there can never be to much thankfulness.
Week 9: Beds
I know this sounds like a silly thing to be thankful for because it’s not like beds grow in the wild or burn brightly in the night sky or swim through the oceans. Beds are just soft, convenient, man-made resting places. And for me, a bed includes a spring mattress, sheets, pillows and blankets. Yet, have you ever thought about what life would be like without a bed? For so many people, even in my own country (and state, for that matter), beds are an unattainable luxury. A cold strip of cement is reality.
Yet despite living with the luxury of a bed, when I stay at hotels, I grumble about the firmness of the mattress. Or the lack of pillows. Or the cleanliness of the sheets. And I completely forget that I could be spending the night without any mattress, pillows or sheets. I could be spending the night outdoors, huddled under a highway overpass. Or under a piece of propped-up soggy cardboard.
Despite multiple sets of sheets, blankets and pillows, I grumble over the thread-count of my sheets - and lust after ever higher numbers. I grumble over my 6-month-old flattened pillow - and fantasize about giant, ever-fluffy pillows. I cluck my tongue at the uneven synthetic stuffing and faded color of my comforter - and long for a soft down comforter in all it’s unfaded luxuriousness. And meanwhile, millions don’t know where they will sleep. Millions, who would be grateful for even the lowest thread-count sheet, the lumpiest pillow or the most faded comforter.
A bed is an amazing luxury. And I am so blessed to be sleeping on one every night. I have a pillow under my head, a sheet and blanket over me and something soft and clean to sleep on. Thank you so much, Lord, and help me to be grateful no matter what the thread-count and no matter how many lumps. Help me to be thankful for what you’ve given me - without lusting after better, better, better. And help me to productively use my good night’s sleep in a warm bed to help others who don’t even have a place to sleep.
Have you ever been without a bed (besides camping)? Or have you ever aided someone who needed a place to sleep?