Days are like this.  Winter season comes.  Leaves leave.  Blood retreats to the roots, hides under the covers, and the cold rules the world.  We huddle near fires for warmth and comfort, bundle up in blankets and reticent to venture out.

It is like that this season for me.  I procrastinate, pout and stomp my feet that I don’t WANT to do what is in front of me.  I am a child at that point of needing to grow up and desperate to stay a baby in my mom’s arms.  So I cry and fuss and wail at the injustice of it all.

I am convinced that my God is the ultimate Parent, and in a kind, loving manner, just allows me my tantrum, sitting back calmly, knowing that I just need a nap.  She trusts in the deepest core of my nature to be at peace, as Spirit.  But this decision to be human is made to be distracting and tempting and hypnotic as desperate and troubled and problematic.

When it is really just a wonderful board game.  Moving pieces along just the right rules.  Winning some, losing some, playing again and again.  Sweet Heaven–I put myself on Your lap this morning, lean my tired tousled head on Your shoulder and ask you again for a lullaby.