What I have Learned from my six month old son!

This morning at 4:30 a.m. Josiah woke up...he  has awakened early for the last three mornings and I was determined to keep him on his usual schedule.  Usually when he starts to cry either me or my husband goes to aid almost immediately...he is now six months old and I felt like it was time that he realized that he is not the boss.  Anway, he would cry on and off...the first time I went in and made sure he had his soother and he wasn't crammed up to the top of the crib.  I went back to bed and almost immediately he started crying again- ugh...I decided that he would just have to cry himself to sleep...this went on for 10 minutes or so and they he would be quiet and I would think, finally he went to sleep.  Then, he would start up again and then quiet again.  A couple of times I was just about ready to go in when after my feet hit the floor he would then stop crying.  While I was trying to figure out what the best plan of action was I was thinking this situation reminded me of God and me.  There are times I cry out to Him and there seems to be no reaction, just silence.  Is He really there?  Does He really care about me?  As I pondered this I realized how my own struggles probably mirror God's as I am made in His image...Should I go in and rescue her?  I hate to hear her crying, it breaks my heart.  She will think I don't care about her...Sometimes God has had to allow me to fully experience the pain, to learn something even greater...I have questioned His methods and have not understood what He was up to...but, unlike me, He knows all! 

Finally in exasperation about one hour and fifteen minutes later, I decided okay,  it is close enought to six that I will feed him his bottle and check his diaper.  He guzzled that bottle down so fast and then when I checked his diaper, guess what?  He was poopie!  So, that is why he had been crying for all that time.  He was trying to tell me something and I was not listening, only listening to my own reasoning...immediately, I felt bad that I didn't 'get a clue' and apologized to my six month old.  So, another lesson to learn.  Don't assume!  How many times have I told myself that and here I did it again...Ugh!  When will I learn?