I am His.

Occasionally E cries out at night for various reasons.  She is half asleep and difficult to console.  Unless I sleep with her the rest of the night.  (I fully realize that this may be a form of manipulation, but seeing as she just wants to be close to her mama, I'll take it).

She is so sweet and just wants to snuggle up and talk all night.  She wants to scratch my back and rub my face.  She wants to play with my hair and snuggle up so close that her electricity filled hair is ever so gently caressing my face.  Countless times I fall asleep and wake to a sweet little 3 year old hand resting across my cheek. 

My cup is filled during these nights.  With everything but sleep.  

I could complain, yes.  Am I tired?  Yes.  It is so easy to look at the negative.  It is so easy to focus on my own selfish needs.

But why?  What is the point?  What does that accomplish?

Instead, I will focus on this: I have a 3 year old that loves her mommy so much.  Even when I fail.  She loves me.  Even when I yell.  She loves me.  Even when I choose myself over her.  She loves me.

Through my precious 3 year old, I am reminded of how Jesus loves me.

In the Jesus Storybook Bible (have I mentioned how amazing this Bible is?), it says this:

"You see, no matter what, in spite of everything, God would love his children - with a Never Stopping, Never Giving Up, Unbreaking, Always and Forever Love.  And though they would forget him, and run from him, deep in their hearts, God's children would miss him and always long for him - lost children yearning for their home."

You see, I run from him.  It's in my nature.  But he scoops me back up and reminds me that I am His. 

You, friends, are His too.

Matthew 11:28:  "Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

I pray that I will rest in his arms instead of fighting to get away.
Thankful.  Blessed.