Here is one of those very beautiful and poignant e-mails that get sent around.
Amrit Kaur forwarded it to us.
God Lives Under The Bed
this is perhaps one of the BEST email 'forwards' I have ever read. I hope you will enjoy it half as much as I
start reading this one until you've got more than 3 or 4 minutes to just 'scan' over it. It deserves some
time for reflection.
GOD LIVES UNDER THE BED
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under
his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
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
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.
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
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.
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.
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 so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher
or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when
his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
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 seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his
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
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
When you receive this, say a prayer for your friends. That's all you have to do. There is nothing attached.
This is powerful.
ARE ANGELS WHO LIFT US TO OUR FEET WHEN OUR WINGS HAVE TROUBLE REMEMBERING HOW TO FLY<