"I've been looking for a hammock at yard sales for two years. If God wanted me to have one, He would have sent one my way by now. You see, in the dictionary of my mind, right beside the word REST is the picture of a hammock." I paused. "Maybe the reason I don't have a hammock is that God doesn't want me to rest."
My husband laughed and said, "I think you've romanticized hammocks." He stood up, walked back into the house, and returned two minutes later with a sleeping bag. Throwing the sleeping bag on the grass in the middle of the backyard, he flopped down on it.
I stared at him.
Jumping off the deck, I walked over to where he was, and I lay down beside him. I looked up into the stars and trees.
"Oh," I said. "This is the same view I would get from a hammock."
Two months later, it was my birthday. I now own a hammock! (I think my husband wants me to rest...)