Thursday, August 06, 2015

On being happy

Today I was putting Noah down for his most hated activity in the world - his mid-day nap.

He lies down and says "Mommy I'm sad."

Why Noah? [I fully expect him to bemoan how he must now take a nap.]

Actually, I'm not sad...I'm happy.

[Color me surprised.]
You're happy? Why Noah?

Because God is with me.

[Color me shocked.]

Can a two-and-a-half year old really find comfort and even joy in the presence of an intangible but all-powerful and benevolent being?

And if a toddler can, why is it so hard for me?


Tammy said...

Love this post. Can you have Noah expand on this? I have much to learn, too!

Alice in Wonderland said...

haha! unfortunately he's all tapped out with that one sentence. but oh to be like a child...