Due to technical difficulties, my final Daily Prompt for my summer internship went unpublished on the church's website. I've taken to calling it "The Lost Daily Prompt," lamenting its excellence, wondering when it will get its fifteen minutes of fame. Well, my friends, today is its day. I present to you The Lost Daily Prompt in all its unread glory:
The Spot Under the Covers
I did not want to get out of bed this morning.
It’s not that my situation in life was unbearably undesirable or that I was dreading my workday. In fact, other than the nightmare I had right before I woke up, all was well; my fish was throwing pebbles against the side of his tank, persistently reminding me of his hunger, the sun was shining, and I had found that perfect spot under my covers.
That was the problem. I had found that perfect spot under my covers.
You know the spot I’m talking about—the covers draping perfectly with enough excess room above your legs for movement in their pleasant cocoon but not low enough to feel constricting, that perfectly warm temperature that’s neither too hot nor too cold radiating up to the edge of the blankets. It’s a phenomenon that occurs maybe once every two months in my life, and I try to relish it as much as physically possible when it happens. It’s a wonderful feeling, perhaps even bordering on divine, and this morning it got me thinking about God.
There are numerous ways that God is represented in the Bible—a storm by day and a pillar of fire by night (Exodus 13:21), a shepherd (Psalm 23:1-3), a gentle whisper (1 Kings 19:12-14), a dove (Matthew 3:16-17). I don’t aspire to put myself up there with Biblical authors, but I would suggest another, more modern day, representation of God: the perfect spot in the covers. Just as God was a leader when He showed Israel the way through the desert in the pillars of cloud and fire or a protector when He fights off the proverbial wolves as a shepherd, He’s also a presence to rest in. He’s that perfect draping blanket with the perfect temperature. Ecclesiastes tells us that there’s a time for everything—to live, to die, to tear down, to build up. Just as there are times when God needs to be a warrior and fight for His people, so also there are times when He will provide comfort and shelter for them—when He’s the perfect spot under the covers.
I suppose I should get out of bed and get started on my day. I’ve had my rest. And besides, my fish needs to be fed.