Saturday morning Baby Boy woke up entirely too early for my likes (5 a.m.), so I got up and brought him back to bed with me (hubby had already left to go hunting). Baby Boy was happy with this solution, and went back to sleep. An hour and a half later, I feel Baby Boy reach up and pet my hair, and then he rubbed my face. I said to him, "shhhh. Be still." So then he sits up and falls back on me and laughs, and again I say to him, "shhhh. Be still." Next, he proceeds to stand up and body slam me (he wrestles with his dad a lot), and again I say to him, "shhhh. Be still." Needless to say it was obvious that this boy was ready to start his day. So I got up and fixed breakfast.
As I was watching him eat, I was thinking about the start of our morning, and I wondered...
As busy and hectic as things have been lately, how many times has God said to me, "shhhhh. Be still." And how many times have I responded the same way as Baby Boy did earlier this morning?Unfortunately, the answer to those questions are quite humbling. There have been too many times that I have refused to "Be Still" before God, and on Saturday morning, He finally got my attention...through the actions of a 17 month old boy.
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