This morning, in the pre-dawn, as I prepared to go to work, I found my 4-year-old tugging at my pant leg. They had the day off school, so the rest of the kids were still asleep. Mom was downstairs studying.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Did you have a nightmare? Do you need a drink of water?”
He just should his head and mumbled sleepily.
I paused for a moment. I needed to go to work. I considered ushering him back to bed and getting on with the task at hand.
“Do you need to sit on my lap?”
He nodded silently. I sat and gathered him up and onto my lap. We just sat
silently. I held him and enjoyed his presence, happy that I had grasped the opportunity that I so nearly let slip through my fingers. It is so easy to do that as a parent. “Go back to bed.” “Go watch some TV.” “Go outside and play.” “Go leave me alone.”
Our Father in Heaven never says “Go”. He always says “Come”.
“Come sit on my lap.”
Sometimes I need to sit on the lap of the father. I need to enjoy His presence, without asking for anything or complaining about anything.