On making beds and the sovereignty of God

I'm talking about the sheet with the elastic corners that gets stretched onto the mattress.

This is the sheet that you can never neatly fold -- because of those elastic corners. It usually looks like a crumpled parachute somebody gave up trying to put back in its bag.

When it comes out of the dryer, you first try to be civil: you try folding it. But then you just give up and ram it into the linen closet.

Now of course, a mattress of any size is never square, but rectangular. (For those of us geometrically challenged, this means one side is longer than the other).

So the game is on: The goal is to guess which elastic corner hooks on to which corner of the mattress such that, by the time you traipse over to the opposite diagonal corner -- we have a king sized bed, so this journey takes me to the other side of the room -- the sheet actually fits.

In living memory, I've succeeded just once at this enterprise.

And retirement age is within sight.

All of the other times when I reach the opposite side, I discover I've hooked the wrong corner, so I'm trying to stretch the wrong dimension of the sheet onto the mattress.

Of course this never works, and I look around in my mind's eye to see if anybody's laughing.

It's like putting on underwear 5 sizes too small.

Why don't I ever guess right? This is my question.

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Luke 12.7 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.

Proverbs 3.5 Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding;

Psalm 37.23 The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way ...