Resting…

So we girls (all two of us) decided to take a bath and use our special conditioner from Aunt Lyn.  Baby girl thinks it smells wonderful!

So just as we climb in the bed baby girl lunges from the bed yelling over her shoulder, "Mom, I forgot something."

And back she skips with her Bible.  "We forgot to read about Jesus mommy.  Find a page with lots of words about Jesus on it, okay mommy?"

So I open her beautiful bible and begin reading in Acts.  Jesus has died and Peter and John are getting in trouble for preaching and healing guys!  Go Figure!

So as I read about the Holy Spirit and how they would rather die than not preach the gospel I watch my baby’s eyes slowly flutter down.  I kept reading long after she’s asleep.  Not for her but for me.

And Peace, Beautiful Peace once again rested over my heart.  My very own daughter loves to read the bible, her bible at night.  She longs to know about Jesus.  She loves him already.  She may be one of those who has loved him from birth.  God told me she would do great things for him before she was even born.

Now as I watch her sweet heart shaped mouth open, her chest rise and fall, her hands held together as the thumb has just slipped from her mouth I am reminded of how often I need to climb in my Daddy’s bed and listen to his songs and his words to me.  How I yearn to feel safe and cared for.

With Princess Blankie tucked firmly under her chin she is safe.
Safe in her mommy’s bed.
Safe in her daddy’s home.
Safe from having listened to the Word.
Safe.
Loved.
Cared For.