Bedtime is a bad time for kids. No child understands the logic of going to bed while there is energy left in the body or hours left in the day.
My children are no exception. A few years ago, after many objections and countless groans, the girls were finally in their gowns, in their beds, and on their pillows. I slipped into the room to give them a final kiss. Andrea, the five-year-old, was still awake, just barely, but awake. After I kissed her, she lifted her eyelids one final time and said, “I can’t wait until I wake up.”
Oh, for the attitude of a five-year-old! That simple uncluttered passion for living that can’t wait for tomorrow. A philosophy of life that reads, “Play hard, laugh hard, and leave the worries to your father.” A bottomless well of optimism flooded by a perpetual spring of faith. Is it any wonder Jesus said we must have the heart of a child before we can enter the kingdom of heaven?
And the Angels Were Silent — Lucado, Max. 2006. Grace for the Moment Volume Ii, Ebook: More Inspirational Thoughts for Each Day of the Year. Nashville: Thomas Nelson.