Recently, I was walking around with Enoch close to nap time. I had him strapped to my body with one of those carrier things. Turns out while I was pacing around working on something else, he fell asleep. I kept working, but bumped into the couch a few times while walking around. He never woke up.
Compare that to the times he’s in bed and the slightest, little sound or movement wakes him up. Parents, you know what I’m talking about.
That reminded me of our lives with our Heavenly Father. When we are close to Him, the jolts of life don’t seem to bother so much. We are in His rest. But when we are far off, trying things on our own, those jolts seem to be more derailing.
Which do you prefer?