This afternoon, while babysitting my grandson, I took him up to his room for his nap. Usually, he snuggles up against my chest and allows me to sing and rock him to sleep. But today, he reared back his little head, began crying, and flailing his arms. I tried to soothe him, saying, “I know you are tired, little guy. But you will feel happier and more peaceful if you rest.” Don’t worry, we can play again when you wake up.” As I said the words, I heard God’s Spirit whisper, “Sometimes you act just like a toddler fighting rest.” I had to laugh because it was true.