Sharing Beds

I’ve always feared to share beds. This is because I fear I’ll kick someone, or someone will open their eyes to see saliva ooze vertically downward, from the corner of my mouth. I fear I’ll snore for them. I fear I’ll be accused of bruxism. So, I’ll rather sleep on the woolen rug on the floor if it’s available.

The inspiration of this was when in the village – Soroti district for those in Uganda – my aunt asked my sister and cousin to share a bed and have me sleep on the double bed available. There seemed to be a scuffle between the two. And knowing how it feels, I told them I’d rather carry a mattress and lay in the sitting room, as I had done the night previous.

Children tend to deny they snore or kick or push another off the bed. For the mature, one tends not to love sharing because they know their flaws. They are not looking at the speck in another’s eye, but like the sinner in a corner, they can’t lift their eyes to heaven; they only say ‘Lord, have mercy on me’, for the log in their own.

When the girls agreed, I was alone in the room when Jesus came in and spoke; how He’s such a deep sleeper that none of my snoring, nor oozing, will wake Him up, or discomfort Him, or inconvenience Him. The other thing that would make another share a bed, is when there is no other option at all; or some ease comes when one is to share a bed with one who snores louder than them that their snoring is drowned out; or if they confess that they are worse off than you are; or are not affected whatsoever at your kicking.

That doesn’t mean we’ll happily kick; or snore intentionally; It is like how God has provided grace, and understanding for all of us; That doesn’t mean we should take it for granted, and wallow more in sin. We’ll however pray and hope that we sleep smoothly, and soundly, that none hears the other’s flaws.

And I can’t quite conclude in definite words the point within this article, but I believe, something has been communicated in between the lines.