It’d been a busy morning with my granddaughter; crawling,
standing and walking with assistance, every little thing in her field of vision
begged exploring. With Minnie Mouse and McStuffins providing our expedition
soundtrack, there was one slight problem: she was tired and needed to rest.
Attempts to
settle her on her pallet with her blanket and pacie failing, I switched
tactics. Gently pulling baby, pacie and
blanket into my lap, I held her still. Although I expected her to squirm away
independently and break the connection, I was surprised to see her eyes soon
closed. I was in awe at the sight of her.
In the
stillness of the moment I saw a picture of my Heavenly Father standing close
while I run after every shiny thing, distracted and unaware of my own weariness.
He knows what I’ve failed to grasp -- that curling up and sitting still with
Him will bring rest, renewal, and refueling for my next steps.
And so, I
toddle on.
