I glance at the clock with a sigh on my lips.
Waiting… waiting… waiting… for that sweet hour of quiet.
I feel the agitation creeping in
As I ache for moments of rest.
And all the while, in the back of my mind, I wonder-
Is something wrong with me because I am longing for nap-time!?
The precious morning moments with God were gone in a flash
And before I knew it, I found myself attempting to dress a one-year old the likes of an octopus.
Wiggle and squirm and role over.
Surely she must have grown six extra arms in her sleep! :)
I glanced at my three-year old with panic in my eyes
As I realized that the clothing war had not yet been won.
I dashed down the stairs and dug through piles and piles-
Searching and searching as though looking for some most incredible treasure.
And there it sat scrunched up in a heap of a ball… the beloved rainbow shirt.
I grabbed the not quite laundered, but not-looking-too-terribly bad shirt
(Shhh- it’s our little secret!)
And raced up the stairs waving it high in the air.
And as I victoriously delivered the shirt to my daughter, I thought to myself-
Is it too early to be longing for nap-time!?
The hodgepodge of bristle blocks
And plastic dinosaurs
Mixed with cars and little Lego men
On top of our language arts book.
As I tried to explain how to add the remainders,
Cook macaroni-and-cheese (their favorite),
And lovingly tell about Jesus,
I wondered deep inside of my heart-
Is longing for nap-time totally and completely one-hundred percent selfish?
And as the minutes went ticking away
I realized all that we had accomplished early in the day.
Loving and playing and laughing and hugging.
Teaching and training and Science exploration.
Hugging and cooking and reading and washing.
Disciplining and instructing and encouraging and remodeling.
Changing and feeding and finding lost shoes.
Cleaning and cuddling and raking the leaves.
Praying and guiding and leading little ones.
So many tasks had already been done.
Some executed lovingly and purposefully, and some not quite so much.
And yet with an overflowing list of items yet to get to,
I couldn’t help but look at the clock and conclude-
No wonder I am longing for nap-time!
See, God made us this way-
We get tired.
We need rest.
And it is okay, because He has ordained it.
He Himself rested on the seventh day.
Jesus too slept and went away to pray.
It’s a beautiful way that He reminds each of us
That we have limitations
And we are dependent.
We need Him to provide the rest that we crave
And the strength to press on those ten more minutes until nap-time.
So I recognize the triggers and the signs-
The annoyances, headaches, and little agitations.
The sighs and the yawns and the exasperation.
The short words and eye rolls and only half-listening.
And instead of despairing about what has yet to be done
Or fretting that resting will only be self-serving-
I thank God that He made me this way,
Depending and trusting and leaning on His grace.
And before I turn on the computer
Or call one more friend,
I ask Him how I can best use nap-time and rest for His glory!