I woke up grumpy today. My little “alarm clock” woke up hungry at 630, and I was not ready to wake up. He had already been up a couple of times in the night, and Mama was tired. I’ve never been a morning person, but I’ve been trying to get up earlier, before the kids are up, and do my devotions and have some quiet time before the day starts. I KNOW I feel better and am more productive in general when I do this, but it doesn’t make getting up in the dark any easier.
So this morning, I got up, nursed the baby, put him back to bed and laid back down. It was just 645; breakfast is at 730 around here. I knew I could sleep another 45 minutes. It wouldn’t make my morning very pleasant though. That route would be mean rushing for breakfast, scrambling to get everyone dressed, chores done, teeth brushed, before we headed out to get the biggest three to school. So, reluctantly, I drug myself out of my warm bed in the pre-dawn light. Ugh.
I came downstairs shivering. This big old house, with its high ceilings and radiator heating is beautiful, but chilly in the mornings. I wrapped up in my Snuggie and settled in on the couch with my devotional. Today’s verses weren’t really doing anything for me. I was still sleepy and grouchy about it. I’m not in the mood this morning Lord, I thought. I’ll praise you anyway, but I’m really not feeling it.
So as I sat there, grouchily praising the Lord (which I’m sure He was laughing at), I heard little feet on the stairs. I checked the clock—not even 7 am yet. Gotta be Noah-bear. “Mommy?” says that sleepy little man. “Yeah buddy, I’m here,” I answered, and here he came, piling up into my lap, stuffed monkey and all.
“Mommy, is it too early?”
“Yeah buddy, it is. Why don’t you go back to bed? It’s not time to get up yet.”
“Ok,” he said with a cheek-splitting yawn. And back to bed he went, just like that.
Suddenly my heart was more tender. The grouchies were disappearing. Is that how God sees me? I wondered. Is it time yet God? I ask daily. There are prayers being prayed and answers we’ve been seeking for what seems like eternity. Not yet, God says. Why don’t you rest a little longer first? Unfortunately, I’m not as trusting as Noah. I don’t seem to be able to say, Ok Lord, and cheerfully “go back to bed.” Maybe my three-year-old could give me lessons.
This is just one of many lessons God has brought to my attention from my kids. Children are a blessing from the Lord–in more ways than one! I love seeing the similarities (and differences!) between human parents and our heavenly Father. He definately uses our current situations to show us the best lessons!