Be still and know
Ok, he’s finally asleep, and my nerves are fried.
It’s been a monumental week for our little guy, and challenging for us! Today he is 9 months old and on Tuesday of this week, he got his first tooth AND figured out how to stand by himself all in one day! Exciting, exhilarating, and exhausting for mama and dad!
For some reason in all these firsts, he’s forgotten how to sleep or even how to let himself try to sleep.
I’ve just finished wrestling him for the last hour, combination: exhausted and next tooth pushing. He won’t lay down, but won’t be held either…he wouldn’t stay still in my arms, so finally I tried tying him on my back. Even that took four tries before he’d stay still enough. Walking up and down the driveway, he started to calm down. Oh, he was tired, no doubt about it, I think he even knew it, but he just wouldn’t let go and relax. Then as soon as he started to calm down, I think he realized that he was giving in, and picked back up again. Squirming, twisting, pushing, fussing, so I took him back off and held him in my arms.
More squirming, a little less squirming, less squirming, a head finally laying on my shoulder. I covered him in a blanket and soon my sweet, active and very strong little guy was peacefully asleep.
As I walked past a mirror looking at him squirm in my arms, I got to thinking about shepherds and how at times they have to carry their sheep. Do the sheep squirm and wiggle and try to break free? Probably.
Do the Shepherds patiently hold them and whisper calming words trying to help them see that the shepherd only wants to help, knows what the sheep needs and is fully capable of taking care of the sheep if it will only relax into his arms and let him?
Or let Him?
Too often I think (I KNOW) I am the sheep squirming and thrashing and refusing to be held, cared for, or tended to by the one who is most capable.
And, there’s my sheepish thought for the morning.