I'm sitting here waiting for Joel to fall asleep. He's absolutely exhausted, so I put him in his swing and gave him his coziest blanket, and now he's talking and blowing raspberries and trying his hardest to not fall asleep, even though this is what he needs most. I have everything on to make him feel comfortable and sleepy: the rainforest sounds (!), the birds circling over his head, the swaying from side ot side... and now he's protesting sleep quite out loud.
In the same way, I have been protesting this idea for a long time. It's been in my head, right behind my eyes, but I've been telling myself that I need to stay awake, to keep on the same way, that I don't need a change. That I'm happy the way things are. But, on the inside all I want to do is be away from the situation, to go and rest in what God has for me now. To be gently rocked to sleep in the rainforest of newness, of change and happiness. But now, being shoved into my swing without specifically and vocally choosing to be there, I'm protesting. But, just as Joel is giving out to the idea that sleeping might not be the worst option, but in fact the best, so am I giving up what I so desparately wanted to hold on to and realizing that what is best for me may be something I just need to sit down and allow to take over.
posted by Anne @ 8:33 AM
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