I got up this morning at 4:15am as usual and made my bed. And for some reason, I took a moment and looked at my made bed. I was satisfied at what I saw, but why? No one will see my bed today, and I will get right back into it tonight, so why make it this morning at all? Not being a psychologist, I’m not sure of the reason why, but I can think of several reasons: I learned to make my bed when I was a boy, and I just feel good about myself when I make my bed. In my mind, I can hear the voice of my mother saying, “Good job, Gerald.” And then, I’m OCD and I just like to see my bed covers and pillows looking straight. But lastly, I think that the good Lord is pleased with my made bed. I Corinthians 14:33, "For God is not the author of confusion, but of peace, as in all churches of the saints." God likes order, my bed is orderly, and God is pleased. So there you have it. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it. But really, doesn’t my bed look good?!


