Our youngest of three boys is just shy of 19 months-old. He has a great smile to go along with his people-pleasing personality. In fact, many of our friends have yet to see this kid cry in public (third time’s a charm…but he’s not 2 yet).
But he has another side. A dark side. You see, he is going through the worst phase of toddlerhood. Moms call it, “The Death Of Nap” transition. Our oldest literally napped his way through preschool. Our middle child still enjoys naps at his pre-kindergarten class. At home, our youngest would rather man-up for a good diaper rash cleaning than be put down for a nap…even if his little body is screaming for rest.
He plays the game well for his age. You would be thoroughly impressed. As he yawns and begins to rub his eyes, I gently cradle him in my arms and carry him back to his bedroom. As he lays there, his little head snuggled-up against mine, you would think this three-time mom champion had this ritual figured out. Oh no. Not even close.
You see, as we snuggle and the chair begins to rock floating by itself, I drift helplessly away to my very happy mommy place. Once my bright child notices his plan has succeeded, he jumps down, flings open the bedroom door and attempts to take our pet fish Spikey for bath in the tub.
And he knows daddy has a happy place too. He has visited several times and purchased the season-pass.
The kid is that good.
But mommy has found the way to every boy’s heart – yes, food. If I time his lunch feeding just right, I am able to receive the expected, “ride the sleepy train and pull in the zzz station” result.
Yes. Mommy is happy. And when mommy is happy…well, you know…
Yet, I wonder how many times I have caused Abba the same physical and emotional battle when He knows I need rest. He knows I need time to be still in His presence even before I feel like I am able to stop.
Stop working for His attention.
Stop trying to please others.
Stop pretending like I can do life on my own.
Stop putting off my time with Him simply because I know what He wants me to do.
Stop because I’m hurting too badly.
If I feel that I can’t stop, I fight.
But rest requires trust. A deep trust that brings us shaking onto His shoulder, placing our face near His and begging – “Oh Daddy, please don’t drop me…I’m hurt enough as it is.” As He gently rocks us, singing His promises into our ear, we begin to shut our eyes dimming the worlds troubles. Suddenly, the only thing that we can feel is the pounding of His heartbeat as we long for the echo to be in sync with our own.
Have you experienced this rest? Do you trust Him to hold you securely, or is there something holding you back?
To those wanting this intimate type of rest, our Abba whispers:
There is a special rest still waiting for you – My Child. For if you enter into My rest, you can rest from your labors, just as I did after creating the world. (Hebrews 4:9, 10 NLT)
You don’t need to work hard to fall into Abba’s arms. You simply raise your hands in submission and ask to be held.
Praying you find the rest you deserve today.