Anyhow, let me get to the point. Last night I was putting her to bed, and she started throwing a fit in bed again. I had a LONG day at work, it was late, and I knew Sienna was exhausted, too. I knew my patience level was extremely low, and I had the feeling I was about to lose it, which I knew wasn't fair to Sienna. So, I said a quick little prayer and asked God to help me. Tell me what to do. I heard, 'tell her the story about Jonah and the Whale.' Seemed like an idea out of left field. She'd never heard the story, and she normally likes me to tell her one of her favorite stories at bedtime. So, I asked her if she wanted to hear the story, and she nodded her head and instantly calmed down. She listened intently as I told the story a few times - no tears. Then I gave her a kiss, and she said, "I love you, mommy". I walked out of the room, and didn't hear another peep from her.
Last night was truly a moment when God showed me His power and showed me I can lean on Him for even the small things in my life. I wanted to blog about this moment, mostly for my own benefit. I struggle with wanting to 'do things myself'', and I want to be able to reflect upon this specific instance. I hope it inspires some of you fellow type-A readers, as well. :)