I suddenly remembered today, that I used to sleep in a bunk bed for a couple of years, growing up. I thought it was fun to sleep on top, and then have my desk underneath, when I was old enough to. Is that why I have had to sleep in bunk beds at hostels for some years?
My life path, has first and foremost been about healing. In the beginning, I was searching and seeking and hoping, that a man would make me whole. Eventually, I learned that I was simply looking for a part of myself that I felt I had lost - my inner child.
Things like furniture, can help us reconnect with our memories and interpret them with adult eyes, to gain a deeper understanding, and most of all, grow deeper in compassion. What if, God wanted me to sleep in bunkbeds for a while, to realign myself into His purpose? Let me believe that.
Tea mug from Portugal.
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