He cares about the small things

Sienna has been having a tough time with bedtime lately.  She been stalling and throwing fits when it's time to stop playing and go to bed.  Sometimes it can be over an hour by the time we start bedtime to the time she is actually in bed.  (Never mind the additional time it takes for us to go back in and adjust her pillow, give her 'one last kiss', turn the light off, etc.)  We've tried reverting back to crying it out, but that just doesn't seem like the right strategy for her and her age.  We know her actions are a a chosen behavior, not something she needs to re-learn.  Plus, she really only seems to throw a fit when I put her to bed, not Scott.  Lucky me!

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.  :)