Clinging

Today, little Princess Pumpernickel was fussing, whining and whimpering and just generally kicking up a whole lot of ruckus.  I was busy doing something and kept trying to comfort her with my words, unable unwilling to pick her up.  To be honest, I was pretty annoyed because she was really cramping my plans for the moment.  I wanted to sit and drink some coffee after putting Pie on the potty, getting Squash to stop yelling at Pickle and Pickle to stop bossing Squash around.  All I could see all around me were little people demanding my attention, sinning against one another and just generally being not so gentle reminders that I don't get to do whatever I want, when I want.When I finally got everyone else situated, I picked her up to nurse her but my heart was focused on other things.  After a few minutes, I realized she was clinging on my necklace as nursing babies like to do.  I looked down and she had fallen asleep at the breast.  She had relaxed in total trust for her comforter (not capitalized because it was me), clinging to the cross around my neck like it was the only thing that was keeping her near the one she wanted, me.  Hello, guilt!  Thanks for joining the party... not!  
In that moment, God gave me a vision of myself and a prayer for each of us mothers.  That we, like the babes we have nourished either at breast or bottle or merely come alongside to comfort, need to place our total trust in our Comforter, the One we are truly seeking when we are crying out, fussing and just being irritated.  We need to cling to the Cross because it is the only thing keeping us near to the One we want, God the Father through Jesus Christ.  The Gospel is our only righteousness and thank God for that because I don't know about you but my personal righteousness isn't all that pretty.  Even in the moment before I was shown all this, I was irritated at a baby for wanting to eat.  Like I don't eat all the time.  Seriously, whenever I want.  But I get to be irritated about the baby, who can't even crawl, for wanting to nurse?  
Thank You, Lord, for the gentle reminder, that I am here to serve others, not myself.  Thank You for these children who show me how to love You better, more purely.
"Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it." Luke 18:17

Have you ever been taught about God by your children?