Bedside

As I look at the papers strewn all over the other bedside this afternoon, a sigh escapes. The mess isn’t an indication of how disorganised I am but just how easy it is to be buried by the work of life. I work sitting on my bed for two reasons. Firstly my back does not like my office chair for very long. Secondly the internet signal is at its best here. So here I am again.

Some people will tell you that in order to have the correct mindset about your work you should dress and set up your workplace as if you are going to the office. Others will tell you that if you want to sleep well then your bed should be exclusively for sleeping, not reading, not computer work or eating – just sleeping. This would mean that I break all these rules most of the time. I have to admit that there are some days where if you were to surprise me with a visit you might get the impression that I was bed ridden.

This doesn’t mean that I ignore all the other jobs that need to done. They still get completed and there are days when I fear I will wear out the springs by getting on and off so many times. I get to enjoy the view through the window while I write and work at those more unsavoury jobs on my agenda.

I am glad that God allows me to work in this way and bless what I do, however small and inadequate I feel about it. “For the LORD thy God hath blessed thee in all the works of thy hand: he knoweth thy walking through this great wilderness:” Deuteronomy 2:7 even if nobody else understands or approves I’m pretty sure He does.