During our first 15 days in the U.S., we’ve slept in 10 different beds in four different states. With one exception, all beds have been in private homes.
Each bed has its own feel and decor. There are beds piled with pillows and draped in lace; others are plain, but no less comfortable for their simplicity.
Some beds are reserved for guests, others where children have been displaced for us, still others belonging to children grown and gone. Some beds have headboards and footboards, one a poster bed, others plain mattresses, but all demurely covered. Some drapings and decor cater to feminine tastes, another evokes a hunter’s forest.
Beds range from soft to firm. The waterbed, which we sleep on at home, has fallen from grace, no longer seen nor felt. From a myriad of manufacturers, the principle is the same, to provide a sound night of rest for the weary.
Each bed where we’ve slept is a sign of hospitality, a token of kindness, an offering of rest and restoration. Opening one’s home to those outside the nuclear family is rare today, but not yet a completely dead art. A few practitioners remain, mostly moved by Christian fellowship.
Far from the pomp of furniture showrooms, these are beds of real people, with boxes, or maybe even a cat, underneath, mattresses marked by the weight of supine bodies, serviceable, sturdy, inviting.
We’re not yet halfway through our U.S. trip. More beds are still to come. And we’re grateful for each one, for each home we stay in, for each family or person who offers us a roof and rest, a moment of peace, a pause in our movements.
God bless each bed and home that receives us!
- N. Little Rock AR, Hugheses
- Greenville TX, Murphys
- Maxwell TX, Cains
- San Antonio TX, Newtons
- Denton TX, Deavers
- Moore OK, hotel
- Chandler OK, Maxine
- Paragould AR, Mathenys
- N. Little Rock AR, Stinebaughs
- Mt Juliet TN, Travises