There Is A Parable In Here Somewhere

A year ago, I can't remember if it is for my birthday or Christmas, I asked for a new down-alternative comforter for my bed. The one I had was one I bought on the cheap that wasn't quite big enough for my bed and had become compressed and un-fluffy over the years. My dad gave me the money for one but I couldn't find one that I liked. They were all either the wrong size or too expensive or too cheap, too heavy or too light for me to justify buying. I was the Goldilocks of Bed, Bath, and Beyond. So I just made do with what I had and set the money aside. Or, rather, spent it on groceries and assumed I would be in a position to buy a comforter when I found one. 

Yesterday, I went to Marshall's looking for a belt for a dress I have that is cute-but-plain and requires creative accessorizing due to a large collar. I did not find a belt. What I did find, was a Calvin Klein down-alternative comforter that was exactly what I was looking for for only $60.00. It was the perfect size, the perfect fill, big and fluffy, and on clearance. Practically perfect in every way. And since it was so inexpensive, I splurged on two new, deluxe pillows. I had a divine night of sleep last night.

The thing is, last fall and winter I was mildly discouraged by the lack of affordable comforters. I gave up, moved on, made do. I decided I wasn't going to spend my money on something that wasn't perfect or settle for something that was less than I wanted, even if what I wanted -- a fantastic, hypo-allergenic queen-size comforter for less than $100 -- seemed non-existent. It was something I wanted but something for which I had stopped looking. I kind of even forgot about the whole endeavor until yesterday while browsing Marshall's home decor section and a little voice said "Maybe you should see if they have a comforter."

Last night, as I was wrestling this perfect new comforter into my duvet, I was overwhelmed by how blessed and cared for I am. This minor want, frankly unnecessary and unimportant in the grand scheme of things, was filled. Not when I wanted it to be, not when I thought it should be, but when it needed to be. If this sort of thoughtfulness and care is apparent in the small details of my daily life, I need to stop worrying so much about the major things.