When you receive this…

I have to confess… I didn’t write this.. but it has affected me.. and I hope… and pray that it will add to your life too!

Just another contribution to my journey towards living life on the narrows..

GOD  LIVES UNDER THE BED

Kelly Adkins

I envy Kevin.   My brother,  Kevin,  thinks God lives under his bed.    At least  that’s what I heard him say one night.    He was  praying out loud in his dark bedroom,  and I stopped to listen.

‘Are you there, God? ‘  he said. ‘Where are you?   Oh,   I see. Under  the bed…’ I  giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room Kevin’s unique  perspectives are often a source of amusement.  But that night  something else lingered long after the humor.

I realized for the  first time the very different world Kevin lives in.   He was  born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties  during labor. Apart from his size (he’s 6-foot-2), there are few  ways in which he is an adult.   He  reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old,  and he always will.

He will probably always believe that God lives  under his bed, that Santa Claus is  the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in  the sky because angels carry them.

I  remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever  dissatisfied with his monotonous life?    Up  before dawn each day,  off to work at a workshop for the disabled,  home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite  macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.    The  only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers  excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn  child.  He  does not seem dissatisfied.

He  lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.  He  wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove  before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our  dirty laundry for his next day’s laundry chores.

And  Saturdays – oh, the bliss of Saturdays!  That’s the day my Dad  takes Kevin to the airport  to have a soft drink,  watch the planes  land,  and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger  inside.

‘That one’s goin’ to Chi-car-go! ‘ Kevin shouts as he  claps his hands.  His  anticipation is so great  he can hardly sleep on Friday  nights.

And so  goes his world of daily rituals  and weekend field  trips.  He  doesn’t know what it means to be discontent..    His  life is simple.   He  will never know the entanglements of wealth or power, and he does  not care what brand of clothing  he wears or what kind of food he  eats.  His needs have always been met,  and he never worries that one day they may not be.

His  hands are diligent.  Kevin is never more happy than when he is working.  When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet,  his heart is completely in it.  He  does not shrink from a job when it is begun,  and he does not leave  a job until it is finished.  When his tasks are done,   Kevin knows how to relax.

He is  not obsessed with his work  or the work of others.  His heart is  pure.  He  still believes everyone tells the truth,  promises must be kept,  and when you are wrong,  you apologize instead of argue.   Free  from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid  to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent,  always sincere.

And he trusts God.   Not  confined by intellectual reasoning,  when he comes to Christ, he  comes as a child.  Kevin seems to know God –  to really be friends  with Him  in a way that is difficult for an ‘educated’ person to  grasp. God is his closest companion.   In my  moments of doubt and frustrations with Christianity,   I envy the  security Kevin has in his simple faith.    It is  then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine  knowledge that rises above my mortal questions.    It is  then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap.     I  am.

My obligations, my fear, my pride,  my circumstances – they all  become disabilities  when I do not trust them to God’s  care.  Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn?   After all,  he has spent his whole life  in that kind of innocence,  praying after dark and soaking up  the goodness and love  of God.

And  one day,  when the mysteries of heaven are opened,  and we are all amazed at how close  God really is to our hearts,  I’ll realize that   God heard the simple prayers  of a boy who believed that  God lived under his bed.   Kevin  won’t be surprised at all!

When  you receive this, say a prayer. Thank God for all. Prayer is  one of the best free gifts we receive. There is no cost, but a lot  of rewards.

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  1. Bobbi White

    We should all be able to live our lives as trusting and simple as Kevin! He is truly blessed by God as is his family.

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