I just attempted to put my son down for a nap. He's two and a half.
This means that he has discovered that he has both emotions and a will.
As his dad, I know that he's exhausted and a nap is the best thing for him.
But he rages against nap time.
He sees nap time as terribly against him, so he uses all his cunning, pleading, and power to avoid it.
If things were up to him, he'd be running around in just a diaper eating chocolate and playing with power tools.
It's hard to listen to him so upset.
That pleading little voice can almost break my heart sometimes as I walk out of the door telling him that I'll check in later and I love him.
Do I love him?
Clearly he's suffering, and I'm enforcing the suffering. I'm the one blocking him from what he desperately wants and forcing him to do what he desperately doesn't want.
So, do I love him?
Yes, I love him.
It's because I love him that I put him down for naps. I know naps are so good for him.
So I face the terrible tantrums and enforce nap time.
How often am I the toddler before God? How often do I plead with God to get one outcome and avoid another?
And I'm so sure that I know best. I'm so sure I know what's really good for me.
And then when I am faced with a situation I do not want, I think that God is punishing and abandoning me.
God is a Good Father!
And He loves me.
He knows the fulfillment I'm made for, and He leads me surely on the right paths.
Lord, teach me to trust you, and surrender myself to you!
"Trusting God means trusting that whatever God does with you and yours is the act of an infinitely loving father" - Caryll Houselander
Let's be Saints,
Isaac