An analogy came to mind this morning as I was fighting with his little arms to get them through the sleeves. I usually tell him to 'push push push' as his hands make their way through, and then kiss his little fingers in reward afterwards. We were performing this ritual this morning, he crying, me cajoling, and then I thought about how perfectly this reflects our lives as Christians.
So often we fight with God because we feel stuck, we can't see the end of the 'sleeve', if you will, and it's hard. He's there constantly, helping us push through, telling us to persevere. Just read this verse from Romans 8: