Sleeping Babies

 

About half the time when we lay McCann down for the night, he immediately starts to suck his thumb and is asleep before we get out the door. Then there are the other times. The times when we have to scoop him up, cuddle for a few minutes, and usually rock him to sleep. It probably would be better if we attempted to get him to put himself to sleep. But somehow this way is better. For him and me. As I slowly rock him, I feel his body relax, and he lays his little head on my shoulder. It is in those precious moments that I find myself praying. Thanking God for this precious baby, for all my babies, for all my blessings. It seems that the nights when he needs my comfort are almost always at the end of the busiest of days. The days that I probably have not spent enough time praying. Is it possible that God uses the needs of our smallest son to draw me near to him? He knows I need the break from the chaos. I need the peace and quiet. I am so grateful for these gentle reminders from my loving Savior. Could it be possible that the amazing feeling I get rocking a sleepy McCann is the same feeling our LORD has when I spend time with him learning how to love him more?