I Like it Best When They are Sleeping

It has been particularly assigned to me that I should be so blessed as to have a season to rest. My days and nights come to pass and slip away filled with books I feel I ought to have spent my childhood with. Some are light and playful and remind my heart of the very things that sustained my little girl dreams these decades past. Others are thoughtful and delicate and lend breath and life to those pursuits that have huddled in cold and darkness for many times over.

In the hours that pass in these days, my four legged practice children as I call them, have spent many happy times cuddled by the window, wrapped with me in the blankets that are required for winter. They are small dogs to be sure but their presence is none too insignificant. These are quieter times and I like it best when they are sleeping. If their sleeping was in-proportionate, I would think them lazy but indeed they spend plenty of time running and chasing and watching for crumbs from the table as other pups do, so their time sleeping is of particular joy to me. They strive not and even the effort of giving their affections is put aside. I feel loved most as they offer the least, offering only their trust, as of course one is possibly the most vulnerable when one is sleeping. Indeed it is as they offer to me their vulnerability, that I think the most of God. Sometimes I think He likes when I am resting near enough to Him to feel him but still enough to offer nothing, enjoying the safety I know of Him. Yes, sometimes I think God likes it best when I am sleeping.