At first glance this picture couldn’t be more simple… mundane… unremarkable.
It’s a made bed.
Yes, there is a nice bit of color coordination going on there with the duvet (oh yeah… I know that word!) and pillowcases and pictures. And I think we have achieved Critical Pillow Mass with all these extraneous little decorative puffballs you see.
But none of those are really what make this a remarkable photo.
This picture is noteworthy because of the statement it makes.
You see, for the last six months – contrary to my usual preference – we have notbeen making this bed.
That is because when one of you is expecting to spend most of the day INthe bed, it is really kind of silly to make it.
But now, after months of chemotherapy, major surgery, and loving ministration by friends and family, this bed sits unused during the day. Its occupant has been officially declared “in remission” and is spending each new day like any other Midwestern, suburban housefrau.
She is now filling her day with stuff like shopping, getting nails done, walking, planning dinners and vacations, reading, spectating at her spouse’s Old Man Softball games, and (as you see here…) celebrating Easter with grandkids, and chatting with neighbors.
No more do those days revolve around trips to the infusion center, trips to the lab, trips to the pharmacy, long naps, and speculation.
This made bed is a declaration. It declares, “LIFE is today’s agenda. CANCER is not calling the shots here.”
Truth be told, making the bed was always something I did, but mostly grudgingly and with a sense of dull duty.
Today, it is a victory dance!
HALLELUJAH and praise God for the routine of bed making!