Are you to busy to think?

Last night my daughter woke up around 5am.  She came to get in the bed with us and my husband got up to put her back in the bed.  She wasn’t happy and I could hear her crying from her bedroom.  The crying got louder and when I got up to check on her my youngest son was in her room trying to comfort her. (Awww…)

I shuffled him back to bed and went in to try quieting her.  I curled up beside her and soon she was quiet and still.  So, here’s my few minutes of quiet, time to think and ponder when the house is dark and still and the only sound in the suckling of my daughter enjoying her thumb.

I thought of how much like God I was to my daughter.  Not in a sick and twisted sense but in the way He enters my room (heart, life) and I am quiet.  My heart stills.  I feel safe and all is well.  He is my comfort.  He calms my fears. AND He’s the only One who can give the comfort I seek.

What a glorious picture of Himself God gave me very early this morning as I snuggled next to my 3 year old.  My soul longed for Him again in the still of the night.   During my busy day I often forget to just stop, close my eyes, and invite Him into my room to curl up beside me and hold me tight.