This morning, right as I was about to get up, my little girl crawled into bed with me. Tempted by the warmth and quietness of the moment, we both lingered longer than we should have underneath the covers, listening to the gentle rain pattering down on the tin roof above. I was tired, she was not feeling well, and the temptation to quietly rest for a few more moments was just too great. Eventually I rose and started my morning routine. Upon going in to the bathroom, my little one followed me, and lay herself right outside the door, waiting for me on the cold wood floor. She wanted to be near me.
She did not choose to continue laying underneath the warmth and comfort of our bed, but rather as near to me as she could. When I left the bathroom back into my bedroom, she proceeded to follow me, this time laying right outside my bedroom door, once again, on the cool, hard wood. She wanted to be near me.
Going downstairs the same pattern repeated. She lay herself upon the cold wood floor of the kitchen instead of on the warmth and comfort of the couch in the next room. She wanted to be near me.
This got me thinking. How often do I act this way toward my Lord? How often am I willing to follow Him and lay at His feet? Despite whether I feel like it or not; despite whatever may be vying for my attention; despite whatever sacrifice of comfort or time it may mean, am I willing to follow God and lay at His feet? Do I love him that much?
My little sweet pea humbled me today and taught me, when I am supposed to be the one teaching.
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A Little Bit About Me
Once a big city dweller, now out in the hills and hollows of middle Tennessee. A child of the sovereign God, a wife to my best friend and incredibly loving man of God, and a humble servant to the Lord being given five of His children to raise, nurture, teach, love, and care for. Besides the Lord, my husband, and family, my loves are a good book, a good meal with friends, Sunday church and fellowship, and writing.