Thursday, November 11, 2010

He knows.

This morning Ray made me take a nap. I fought him tooth and nail, but he eventually just closed the blinds, turned on the fan, and pulled the blankets over my weary body. I'll admit I was a little annoyed. He rarely gets days off during the week, and I really wanted to enjoy the day as a family. Maybe go to the park or play a game or watch a movie or even just have a conversation. My body, however, wasn't going to allow any of those things. My body, weary from pregnancy and being sick for 3 weeks needed rest, and my husband saw that.

It's funny to me how so often, this man I love knows what is best for me when I can't see it (or when I refuse to see it). So often he tells me to take my vitamin or drink more water or eat healthier or read my Bible, and so often I fight him and refuse to believe that what he is offering will actually help. 99.9% of the time though, he is right.

Isn't it the same with our heavenly Father? He sees our needs, He knows exactly what will make us feel better, and yet we kick and scream and fight him because we think we know what is best. I need to remember that God has my best interests at heart. He doesn't want to fight with me. He wants me to accept that He loves me and that He knows best. Why does it have to be so hard to trust Him?

1 comment:

  1. Laura Jean, I wish you knew how much he loves you. (I also wish you knew how much I love your writing, and I don't mean like a mom loves her kid's singing.)