It’s around 6:05am, my husbands alarm song goes off. Since this the third time he’s pressed the snooze button, he declares that he is sleeping in a bit this morning.
Glory be to God.
The kids are still sleeping (if you count the youngest one who’s snoozing after he got brought into our bed 20mins ago “still sleeping”). And the morning air in our house is cool and I’m not ready to leave my covers quite yet.
Then I hear it … < r u s t l e, r u s t l e, m o a n, y a w n, s i g h, r u s t l e, r u s t l e, pat-pat-pat-pat (tiny footsteps hitting the hardwood)>
Noooooo … sleep, I must sleep.
Up comes our oldest one into the bed, ready for morning cuddles.
Oh, this isn’t too bad, we will all just lay here for another hour an….
< P O K E in the cheek >
< C R A W L over the head >
< C R A S H onto my pillow >
I love cuddling (thought with no sarcasm, of course).
It really was in that moment, of total self expectation and selfish desire, that I wanted to just burrow in and ignore the chaos around me. Take my want for relaxing on the “sleep in morning” seriously. Shut out any inclination to start the day and sleep.
But it was also, in that split second, did I realize that I could choose to just embrace the fact that I needed to get up and OUT of bed with these boys. Leaving Matt to get only a few more winks of shut-eye, we went downstairs.
I was not only able to have coffee ready for Matt when he woke up but breakfast too! I definitely didn’t have any intentions of serving my husband this morning, but God took the opportunity of me choosing JOY to then receive JOY as I was able to help Matt out that little bit.
My idea of JOY can be so skewed. I thought having those extra minutes of sleep would have been joy in all it’s glory. Yet, with just a shift in perspective, I got to experience a real JOY. Not one that I fabricated, but one that I was surprised with. How I love a good surprise!