EXCUSE ME BUT THERE'S A MATTRESS ON ME!!
One of those true story times again my friends, and in the usual Beth style, my true stories usually contain embarrassment, pain or some other painful way of totally humiliating myself.
Yesterday the sun shone in Ireland the temperature was raised and Beth decided to change the bed linen, throw the windows wide and let spring into the house.
At this point I wonder do I need to remind you that though it is spring weather today, it may be winter tomorrow.
Let me get back to my story. The windows were open, the bed linen was fresh and clean and... well, it was lovely. But before I put the linen back on the bed I looked at the mattress and thought... hhmmm I could turn you today.
You see, here is where my life takes another tumble into the pit of embarrassment.
Our mattress is a king sized mattress. In other words it is very very big. My son plus his nebuliser has to fit in at times so we went for the BIG one.
But I am not big you see. I am only five foot. smaller than Anna, but taller than Mona!! And hubby always turns the mattress for me because he is a little taller than I am. Plus he says that I will hurt myself trying to lift such a heavy thing. HA I laugh in the face of challenge. Well, I did laugh in the face of a challenge until yesterday.
So, Beth grabs the side of the mattress and starts to haul if off the edge of the bed. Let me give you a little advice here, a king sized mattress is very heavy! And as you try to tip it on its edge to turn it... it gets very tall. Combine the weight of the mattress, plus the height it was reaching, add to the mix Minnie me, and I'm sure you can imagine what happened next without me having to spell it out.
All I knew was the mattress was suddenly tipping the wrong way, and instead of the bedsprings being under it... I was!! So I lay there, calling for hubby to please come and lift this weight off me so I could at least have a semblance of dignity.
Of course after all the laughing and tittering, he reminded me that the mattress was too heavy a burden for me, and he was more than willing to take on that particular weight anytime I cared to ask.
Hmmmm wonder what that reminded me off????
There is a beautiful worship song and it says....
I cast all my cares upon him
I lay all of my burdens down at his feet...
You see, my Jesus wants to take my burdens, for they only entrap me if I try to bear the load alone. He wants to do the heavy stuff, carry the unbearable weights and pains... But you know something, we got to ask him, otherwise we end up under the mattress wondering how on earth we got there.