My sick little toddler woke me up at 2:30 AM the other day. The poor thing had a stuffy nose, a sore throat, and just wanted nothing to do with sleep until the wee hours of the morning. So I gave him medicine, cuddled with him, gave him drinks and snacks, and all that jazz. And I was laying there on the couch in the dark, wiping his snot away, I thought about how amazing it is that kids trust us.
It’s a good feeling and terrifying at the same time. But they know, from the moment that they are born, that if they call, we will come. I don’t think any baby has ever thought, you know, I bet Mom’s busy, I’ll just chill here until she has a sec. If our kids need something, they call (and yell, and cry…), and we come running.
And how crazy is it that God has that same open-door policy. He says:
“Come to me, all of you who are weary and loaded down with burdens, and I will give you rest.”
– Matthew 11:28, ISV
Being a Mommy is such hard work. We all know it, but sometimes I think we (I especially) forget to ask God for help. I’m not sure if we think that what we need to ask for is a trivial thing, or if we just plain forget, but it is so comforting to know that our Heavenly Father is there to help us when we are tired and need rest, we just have to ask.