be-musings

I'm going to try an analogy which many be too corny for some, and definitely will contain too many details for men. Bear with me...I think I may be going somewhere with this.
Right now it's naptime for the kids, which gives me a few minutes to type this. The three year old doesn't seem to want to settle down. I know that she needs this sleep. She's rolling around on her bed, doing her best to keep busy. There are no toys in the room, she has no pockets in which to store treasures to distract her, and she didn't bring in any coins. I know that from the metal detector I set up at the door for such occasions. Well, that last part isn't true but I've thought about it on some days.
I checked on her because I knew she was moving around, trying to keep herself awake. She got up to go to the bathroom, smiled and asked if she could go play. Back to bed I made her go. Now that she has tried all her stall tactics, she's fast asleep. Rest is what I know she is needing, but she would rather play. She needs to be still, but she wants to be busy? Know were I'm going?
We don't always know what is best for us. Our Father does. Many times we disagree with what our spirits tell us is needed, because it is more to our liking to keep ourselves busy. I'm not talking about listening to the will of God and doing what He says. I'm talking about stopping long enough to rest. Many of us can't stop living our busy lives, but how are we centred inside? Are we breathing with God? Are we keeping our hearts busy stressing because we're pouting about where our life is at.
Breathe. Center.