Resisting Change.

My son, Moses, is not the biggest fan of having his diaper changed. • On rare occasions, he won’t put up a fight at all and makes it easy for me to clean his little hiney...

But usually he either cries, gets frustrated, tries to crawl away, or just arches himself into a position where it’s nearly impossible to change him without me having to reset him and start the process over.

(I’m actually kind of impressed by the positions he can pretzel his little body into. Maybe he has a future in contortion!)

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It’s frustrating and heart-breaking to say the least.

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What’s crazy is I change him MULTIPLE times every.single.day.

You would think he would be used to it by now and understand this is an inevitable process of life.

But nope.

Though he’s tallied an 0-999,999 record in his hard-fought battles, he persistently refuses to just give in.

During this back-and-forth I’ll often say to him something along the lines of, “will you just stop? I’m trying to help you out!”

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See, my 8-month old son doesn’t understand that.

All he knows is that he’s uncomfortable and would rather be crawling around on his own playing with some toys.

Even though I always graciously give him something to focus on during the change, it’s not the exact situation he expected to be in 5 minutes ago and it’s not what he wants, so he stays mad.

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He’d rather be anywhere but where he is.

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He doesn’t realize all of this is FOR HIS GOOD—to clean him up and prevent diaper rash and the pain that goes along with it... to help grow him into a strong, healthy child!

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He also doesn’t notice the comfy bed he’s laying on, the coziness of the 71 degree room he’s in, and he’s forgotten how quick this process is and that he always ends up feeling renewed and afresh—with a clean bottom—afterward.

“Will you just stop? I’m trying to help you out!”

The truth is, I know well the battle Moses is fighting.

I get déjà vu every time we have this baby-prescribed wrestling match.

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I am not the biggest fan of being changed.

On rare occasions, I won’t put up a fight at all and make it easy for God to clean my little hiney...or my soul (you get the metaphor).

But usually I either cry, get frustrated, try to crawl away, or just arch myself into a position where it’s nearly impossible to change me without my Daddy having to reset me and start the process over.

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I often act like an 8-month old child of God caring only about my current feelings and not realizing how kind He is being to me. • I miss the beauty and blessings all around me because I’m so focused on escaping from what is making me uncomfortable...even though what is making me uncomfortable is actually for my betterment! • I am an incredibly self-centered individual who will fight to stay in my comforts regardless of the sickness and hurt that they would inevitably bring me if I stayed in them.

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BUT I NEED TO BE CHANGED!

It’s a vital part of my growing into a strong, healthy child of God.

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I thank my Daddy for His patience.

I know the frustration and heartbreak He must feel while He’s telling me, “will you just stop? I’m trying to help you out!”

But time after time, knowing good and well how much I’m going to resist, He graciously shows up with a wipe in hand, something for me to focus on during the change, and a desire for me to have a shiney hiney (again, you get the metaphor...).

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Thank You, God, for not giving up on me and allowing me to stay in my filth.

Thank You, Lord, for your grace upon grace.

You truly are a good, good Father.

“For My thoughts are not your thoughts,

neither are your ways My ways,”

declares the Lord.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,

so are My ways higher than your ways

and My thoughts than your thoughts."

- Isaiah 55:8-9