We live in a three bedroom house. 1300 square feet. max. None of our bedrooms are large, not even the master. So, when our third child came along a few years ago, the natural solution was bunk beds so that two children could share one room comfortably.
For several years Emily and Isaac shared a room and peacefully slept on the bunk beds. All was well at bed time in the Day household. However, when we did a little rearranging recently, Emily went solo in her own room, which left Isaac and Mackenzie to begin a new bunk bed partnership. We expected the same arrangement. peace and quiet.
How could we know the outcome? We are just the parents, after all.
Night after night, since he moved to the top bunk, Isaac was distressed. He was totally out of sorts, but he couldn’t tell us why. We tried to convince him it was the coolest and best place to be. No longer was he a “bottom bunker” – he was on top now. He was the king of the castle. His top bunk was his own private space like a club house. But he wasn’t buying what we were selling.
He didn’t like it.
After more than three months of trying to sort all of it out, we discovered the problem a few nights ago. He felt alone. Although he knew Mackenzie was in the room with him, that she was just below in the bottom bunk, he couldn’t see her. As a bottom bunker he could always see Emily above, and that kept him at ease. But now, he couldn’t get his mind around it. We had to prove to him he was in good company.
So. We de-bunked today.
Tonight Mackenzie and Isaac’s beds are side by side. And for the first time in quite a while, they went to bed as happy and snug as two bugs in a rug. All because Isaac could see Mackenzie and reassure himself that he was not alone.
I had to de-bunk my own myth this week. I found myself not believing something that previously I had known to be true of my Heavenly Father. Honestly, I’m embarrassed to admit it. Though He has always met my needs, and I have seen Him present and active in my life consistently to this point, something came up – and in my humanity I became convinced He wasn’t working on my behalf. I couldn’t see. and it made it hard to believe.
Well, He proved me wrong a few days ago. Lovingly, he dismantled my disbelief with provision, beyond what I was expecting.
Just because I can’t see what I want to see, doesn’t mean I can let my faith give way to doubt. And I realized once again the truth of Hebrews 11:1 – Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
I am thankful for a Heavenly Father, who cares to remind me of His love and faithfulness to me, drawing me to himself time and time again. My heart is strengthened and my spirit renewed.
daily portion 
beautiful. 🙂