I Belong

So close…..I belong,

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.

So close, 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

Published by Busola

I am a young woman who is passionate about making a difference in the world. Sometimes it seems like a huge project but I am not daunted considering how large the world itself is. I start with my immediate environment and try and touch one life at a time positively, a word of encouragement, advise, an exchange of idea or information, a helping hand. One person at a time, one day at a time - little drops of water make a mighty ocean and I, refuse to be extinct before my time.

2 thoughts on “I Belong

  1. What a beautiful post! The song was refreshing and I like how you noted that we all have differEnt ways of dealing with stress – and your little tips offer ideas,
    I make my bed “loosely” and that works for me- but I could imagine the crease-free comfort

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