Sitting at Christ's feet (among other things)

There's no better time than the middle of the night to spend some time with God. We were jolted awake after midnight by a loud slam. Not sure what it was, Daniel got up and checked on the baby. Not him, he was snoozing away. After laying in bed for a minute I decided to check on the girls. Daniel should be glad it was me and not him. I encountered a poor young girl who had a mess of a bed (among other things) and needed a good rinse ASAP!

It made me very sad to see her so ashamed. I was not mad in the least. I was actually filled with compassion for her. I know how awful it must feel to wake up to an accident that is gross and smelly and nasty feeling. So, we got a nice warm bath, scrubbed clean, new jammies and tucked nice and warm into bed with Daddy. I then got to set about cleaning up to mess. I actually enjoyed the time "sitting" at Christ's feet (though I was far from just sitting on my lazy old bum). Now don't get me wrong, I do not wish to make being awake in the middle of the night, cleaning up messes, a reoccurring thing. I very much desire my sleep. I'm just so thankful that Christ was able to turn a very unpleasant thing into a time of fellowship with Him. Now, once the laundry is finished being washed I can go back to sleep:)