Sunday, February 12, 2012

Wet

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He knew he shouldn’t wet the bed at his age. He tried everything to quit. He wouldn’t drink anything after supper. He always went to the bathroom – real hard – before he went to bed. But, those dreams, tricked him. They seemed so real. He would wake up, get up and walk to the bathroom – just like he was supposed to. But, most every morning – when he found the wet sheets – he’d realize he had only been dreaming. And the helplessness he’d feel usually caused the lip to quiver and the dam to break. And, that’s how Ricky started most of his days.


But, that all changed, in an instant. Family friends stopped by for a visit. They stayed for supper, and by the time they were ready to leave, a good old fashioned Minnesota blizzard had set in. The roads were simply too dangerous – company was going to stay.

When five year old Matthew said, “We’re spending the night! Oh goody, I can sleep with Ricky in his bed,” Ricky felt sick. His lip started to quiver.

Ricky went straight to his room and plopped on his single bed and hugged his pillow. He could smell the fresh clean sheets. Clean because he had just washed them that morning and the morning before that and the morning before....

5 comments:

Jennifer @ GettingDownWithJesus.com said...

Doug, I'm so glad you're writing for Kingdom Bloggers. This makes me smile. :)

caryjo said...

Wanted to make sure my comment reached you, so have, basically done it twice.
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So many ways have walked through this principle and reality. A real "wet" challenge with my son... and my husband says it was that way with him, too. But loving, caring parents are the ones who can turn it [and everything else of that seriosity] over to the hand of our Father God.

You are such a straightforward sharing server. And blessing us.

Doug Spurling said...

Jen, Of course, it's thanks to you, that I'm writing for them. I appreciate your vote of confidence.

Caryjo, thanks my friend - hearing it again is twice as nice. Like a second piece of pecan pie!

Denise said...

I love your writing.

Doug Spurling said...

Denise, I love yours, too. And your heart friend. Thanks for stopping by.