I always make my bed. I didn’t grow up doing that, but I learnt when I got to University. Mum used to yell at me about clothes all over the room, wardrobe unkempt and bed unmade. So, I would just push everything back in and briskly kind of tidy the room to keep her quiet. But, when I got to University and realized the stress of coming back from lecture to an unmade bed, I started practicing what one of my room mates was doing.
Emiola always made her bed, perfectly crease free. She taught me. She would come back from a tired environment to her own hand made comfort. So it was, I started the same habit from University days and it stayed with me till today. The difference is real. Now, I rarely leave my room without my bed made.
We all have different ways of getting rid of stress. One of mine was my bed time routine. I would have my shower at night and change into my nightwear. Like a new bride preparing to meet her lover, I would find my favourite perfume and cuddle up to my pillow, as I say my prayers for the night. Whispers of gratitude for provision, protection, family and friends would be said to my maker, the lover of my soul. With peace in my heart and a smile on my face, I imagine my head in a warm embrace with my Lord. I belong.
The sleep is sweet and the comfort is real.
I rarely do a blog post on a Sunday, but as I sang the song in my heart, I knew I had to share the accompanying thoughts with someone who needs to understand their place in the father’s heart. Who needs to know they are loved beyond measure, who needs to develop a place of rest, find their own haven and everything else that this post causes you to do. Also, feel free to share it with someone else to bless them too. It starts from the little things