Put it this way, Jesus I give you my "bed". It's messy, the pillows haven't been fluffed and the sheets are probably dirty.
It's messy but it's yours.
My comforter is your arms and the pillows are your chest.
As I sulk into the mattress and begin to disappear in the blankets, I'm wrapped up in your love and grace.
I'm letting go and I let you in.
This bed is better than my own when it's gloomy and I can drink coffee and watch Scrubs.
I can tell you all of my secrets that you already know, but it's a safe place.
Just for you and I.
When I cry the tears don't run onto the floor, they get soaked up into the sheets.
When I punch the pillow it doesn't hurt, it's caught and soothed.
When I have a nightmare and I squirm all over the place and get smothered in the sheets, I'm not smothered, I'm embraced....
Invite him into your secret place and know that He will comfort you better than anybody else can.
