This energy is not only a delight, but it's also a distraction. Each morning when I'm getting him dressed, I have to fight every fleshly urge to yell, "Stand still! Stop wiggling! Stop being so silly. Put on your pants!!!!" Truth be told, sometimes the flesh wins out. I don't like to start his day that way, and I don't like it when my day begins with impatience and anger. The good news is that I have noticed slow and steady change since I've acknowledged this reaction as sin, and made it a point to seek those fruits of the spirit: kindness, gentleness, patience, and self-control.
Right now Kyle is sleeping.
I was searching the Bible for passages that address sleep. I came across Psalm 127:2,"for he grants sleep to those he loves." Yes, sleep is a gift granted to us. It's a relief. Kyle needs to nap, and more importantly I need him to nap. Sleep ends a bad day. It provides a welcome break in the middle of the afternoon from a busy preschooler, and a time of regrouping and refreshment for that preschooler himself.
When I read the entire Psalm, this is what I found:
Unless the LORD builds the house,What a timely reminder. Children are a gift from the Lord. My children are God's reward to me. If I allow the Lord to watch over the house that I am trying to build, I will not be put to shame. And if I am shamed, there is always the loving respite of sleep to restore me for a new day, along with the immeasurable gift of confession and repentance to restore my relationships--both my relationship with those whom I've offended and with my God, who is offended by all sin, but so graciously provided a way: If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness (1 John 1:9).
its builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
the watchmen stand guard in vain.
In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
for he grants sleep to those he loves.
Sons are a heritage from the LORD,
children a reward from him.
Like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are sons born in one's youth.
Blessed is the man
whose quiver is full of them.
They will not be put to shame
when they contend with their enemies in the gate.