Last night, I saw one of the babies crying. His caregiver had gone for a walk, and little Doga was toddling far behind her, trying to catch up – crying for her to come back.
I scooped him up and held him, reassuring him that she would come back. He eventually stopped crying, but kept looking anxiously down the path for her to return. I rocked him back and forth. He was very tired, but fought sleep because he was looking to see Mama Eudita coming.
I looked at him, smiling because no matter how many times I told him that Mama Eudita would come back, he evidenced that he didn’t believe me by the fact that he would not let himself rest. He fought sleep for a long time, his eyes drooping and head nodding, until exhaustion completely overwhelmed him. And while he rested, Mama Eudita came back. The world was right again.
How many times has the Lord given me His Word that He will resolve a situation – and I show Him that I don’t believe Him by refusing to rest in His promise? I worry, I fret, and I scheme while He holds me, gazing at me and smiling that I continue troubling myself when He’s already told me that everything is going to work out for my good and His glory (Romans 8:28).
Through Doga, God is again reminding me to trust His promise. By faith, we enter into His rest (Hebrews 4).