When Tom and I first got married, we brought into the marriage things from each of our previous homes. One thing he brought was his pillow. A pillow that was perfect. It supported the head just right. Now this was his pillow, so how do I know this? It’s quite simple. It’s a tale that started over 29 years ago. . .
When I got pregnant with our first child, I had trouble sleeping. I couldn’t find a comfortable position or a pillow that would support my head. Tom offered me the use of his pillow (he was both gracious and selfless). It was a magic pillow. It supported my head perfectly. My neck and shoulders were no longer in pain. I slept like a baby.
After I gave birth, I didn’t return the pillow. Tom would ask, mind you, but I told him he gave it to me as a gift for carrying his child. Rubbish, I know but he allowed me to get away with it. If you ask him today he would say “I stole it,” but I would much rather believe that “he gave it to me.” It’s since been a long running joke between us.
Then one day the unthinkable happened. After many, many glorious years of enjoyment the pillow fell apart. It started to break down. It was no longer comfortable. I was so sad. I had that pillow for a crazy amount of years and now it was gone. It was as if my friend left me.
So began the search for the perfect pillow. Trust me I have tried many (if the picture above is any indication). I’ve found that they start off promising but that only lasts a couple of days. I’ve spent way too much time trying to find the perfect pillow that will give me the support I’m looking for to no avail.
I may not have found the perfect pillow but I’m grateful that God has never left me. There are times I’ve tried to substitute Him with what I think is a perfect replacement but that always leaves me wanting. It’s never the right fit for me. I don’t know why I would search. He loves me perfectly. He supports me perfectly. He comforts me and doesn’t break down in time. He is timeless.
© Nadine Zawacki 2012