Personal space is a rare luxury as a Mum of 3 small kids. Bathtime becomes a santuary! This time I’m barely in when I hear chatter through the adjoining wall.
“Mummy…Mummy…you have bathtimes?”
“Yes Bear, you go to sleep now”
“Mummy…Mummy I come play?”
I felt a stir of annoyance – this is my space, my time. I have expensive lotions and potions here ready to soothe tired Mummy hearts and minds. Yet I knew this was a moment never to return. I felt a nudge to embrace the sugar infused insomnia of my enthusiastic boy.
Calling him in he proceeded to clap happy bubble clouds like rain all over the bathroom.
Often I find my children demonstrate the childlike self I need to be when approaching our heavenly Father, however that night I felt that Berkley was showing me the childlike nature of Our Father himself. Because surely he has one too!? Every Dad is a child at heart!
He is Joy – wanting to break into my little pamper cave of peace – my escape which I intended to be for me, do not enter. The laughter and joy Berkley snowballed into that space was so much more refreshing and invigorating than any potion Body Shop could conjure up.
Let us not forget Our Father wants us to enjoy His presence. His joy filled presence is the source of all refreshment. Look to ‘soaking’ in Him to find true rest and healing this week.