Be still and know...

His squirms and whimpers turn to flailing and full fledged fussing in the crib next to my bed.

It's the wee hours of the morning and I am tired.

Really not awake at all.

I squeeze my eyes tightly closed and try to shake off the sleepy fog.

He's working on getting two bottom teeth through those tender gums.

He's still fighting off a cold.

He's quite distraught and will soon wake the others who are sleeping so peacefully.

So, I find the motivation to sit up-

and I reach for him.

His little body appears tense as he tosses and turns in his bed.

My hands reach soft warm skin.

And his response gives me pause.

It is immediate. 

It is ...

Peaceful.

Still.

Quiet.

Calm.

His once writhing form is now motionless in my arms.

His little fist reaches out and takes hold of my finger.

The silky hair on his head rubs up against the inside of my upper arm as he snuggles close.

And his eyes close once again.

So completely trusting.

All is well in his world once again.

And I want to emulate that kind of trust and reliance.

Because I know that there are times in my life when I am tense,

pained,

nearly writhing with my own perceived problems.

They seem insurmountable to me.

They cause anxiety.

And when God reaches I deny.

Can't let go of the worry.

Can't seem to be still.

But what I saw in my baby last night was such a sweet example to me and it really made me think.

Because God shows me things about Himself through my babies all the time.

And last night it was "See what he is doing with you? You need to do that with me."

So simple.

So hard.

So important.