Sunday in my household is usually watching church online (love and miss my old church dearly) and then chores, maybe a nap, but mostly relaxing and attempting to observe the sabbath.
As I type this, I’m watching my toddler on the baby monitor fight his nap time. We recently transitioned to a big boy bed and life has not been the same. We wake up every morning to find a toddler sleeping on the floor next to his baby gate at the entryway of his room. We fought it at first. We thought that discipling him into bed would work. But then we invited some friends over who have a 13 and 3 year old and they imparted some wisdom. They said, “Who cares. He’ll figure out eventually that sleeping in his bed is better than the floor.”
Duh. Why didn’t I think of that? Him sleeping on the floor didn’t do any harm. Ultimately, I just wanted him to be safe and sound in his bed and basically listen to ME. Ugh. How this lesson can be applied to a lot in our lives. We fight and fight and fight and ultimately, surrendering is the better route to take. Also, God has enormous patience with us. How he probably longs to see us safe and sound in our beds but instead we push back and do whatever it is we want to do. The hope is that we all eventually figure it out. That we find our true comfort in Him rather than in our own ways.
Time for a nap.