Eyes Half Open

I love naps, something that Randy tends to make fun of me for.  He asks whether I'm ninety or not every time he finds me taking them.  Some days though, I just need that hour of sleep to boost me to make it through the day.  The only problem in the winter is that be it nap or bed, I don't want to get up.
I lay curled in my blankets, soaking up the warmth, cuddling into the fluffy pillow, thinking, "Lord, I don't want to get up."  I specifically try not to open my eyes, knowing that as soon as I do, it will be harder for me to avoid the fact that I need to rise and get to work on what lies before me.  It's nice, enjoying that warmth and rest, and the cold and tiring tasks don't seem as worth my time.
I think in life we do the same thing sometimes though.  We get so comfy in our lives that we go out of our way to not open our eyes and see the things we don't want to see; things we should change or get rid of, that we really don't want to because they're easier than their alternative, or because on some level we think they'll make us happy.
Take a read of Holley Gerth's blog from today:  Choosing God's Best for You

I walk through the halls of Crystal Bridges, a stunning new museum in our area. In Wonder World a strange landscape makes its presence known in the middle of the room.

Grass, dandelions, dirt.
The caption reads, "Bad Lawn."
I click on the audio guide and hear two museum curators talk about the piece.
They say it brings into question, "What's really a weed?"
One says, "What a weed is can be so subjective. If you're trying to grow a corn field then a rose bush is a weed."
Huh.
I think of the words my college mentor said, "Holley, the hardest choices in life aren't between good and bad--they're between good and best."
Yes, what's in front of you might be glorious, beautiful, enticing. But if it's not God's best--even just for this season--then it can't stay. Sometimes we have to move things from our lives that we would love to keep so God's best for us can really grow.
It's okay to say "no" sometimes--even to good, wonderful things.
God, the ultimate gardener and artist, is making a lovely landscape of our worlds.
Full of life. And joy. And peace.
I walk from the room with more sunshine on my shoulders, feeling lighter, and the whisper of a new wind of change in my ears.
--Holley

So, I opened my eyes, sat up, and opened my laptop to talk to you my dear friends.  I don't know what God is trying to show me I don't need in my life, but I figured hearing that message twice today (once from Holley, and once on the edge of my mind during my avoidance of getting up from my nap) meant that it should be shared.  I know it's scary and difficult to hear, but much like God I only want the best for you.  Here's hoping we both find our best for our lives.
<3 Kayla