what's good for me

I'm listening to my son scream in the background as he tries to settle in for a nap this afternoon... and it reminds me of how often we fight what is good for us! My poor son was very tired, rubbing his eyes and fussing after awhile of playing with his toys so I picked him up and cuddled him for a minute before placing him in bed for a nap. Well, you'd think the world is about to end the way he is screaming. The little guy is exhausted, yet he's fighting it with everything he's got. How often I do the same thing! My Daddy in heaven, who knows what I need, provides for me, sometimes with things I don't think I want. And so I fight it, just as my son is fighting going down for his nap today. I say, "That's not good for me!" or "This is not the right time!" But God knows better than I do what I need. After all, He knit me together in my mother's womb and knew every single one of my days before even one of them came to be. He watches me when I'm waking in the morning, when I'm running around going about my day, and when I'm turning into bed at night. He is intimately acquainted with every part of me, much more so than I even understand and know myself. So why do I fight His guiding? In the end, He helps me see that He loves me and knows best. So I yield to His ways, just as my son has now finally yielded to sleep.