Last week, I decided that I am tired of sleeping alone. Between the empty house and the cooler weather, I have no desire to sleep in my bed. Thursday of last week, I stripped my bed down to the mattress, bought new sheets and made the bed. I have been sleeping on the couch since then.
Why did I do this? Joyce Meyer’s husband, Dave, claims to have been saved while he was on the pot. Apparently, he faced some obstacles with an employer when he was younger. He calmly took a break, went to the restroom and sat on the commode. He told the Lord that he wasn’t getting up until God did something.
I know there is nothing that God has done for others that he won’t do for me. So, I refuse to sleep in my bed until God blesses me with the right person in which to share it.
Obediently stubborn,
James
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