Daddy’s Lap
A couple of mornings every week, I wake up early with Caleb to give my stay-at-home-mom wife a chance to sleep in. In the last couple of week, I’ve noticed something kinda interesting. Caleb now likes to go find a toy, or often times a book, and rather than play on his own, he brings it back to me and wants to just sit in my lap while he plays or reads (well, not really…looks and rips pages). He does this once in a while at other times too, but in the morning I don’t mind it so much as I’m still waking up myself.
It got me thinking, though. He could be off playing on his own, but as his day starts, he really wants to do what he’s doing while spending time in his daddy’s lap. How often to I come to God with that same sort of attitude? I have all sorts of stuff I like to do as I start out my day. Making breakfast, reading blogs, reading a chapter of a book. But how often do I insist upon doing none of it unless I’m sitting in my daddy’s lap? How often do I settle for doing "stuff" all alone rather than starting my day aware of God’s presence? Thanks for the reminder Caleb!
How about you? What does the start of your day look like?
