There is just something so wonderfully peaceful for me to sit and watch my girls as they are fast asleep at night. I enjoy watching their soft and rhythmical breathing, and if I'm lucky, sometimes I hear faint sounds of them talking in their sleep. Adorable. I carefully re-set the blanket and gently tuck their hair behind their ear. I cherish the moment. I use this time to pray over each girl. My perspective is clear and my affections for my girls are refreshed (despite what kind of day we may have had earlier!). I thank God for the gift of them in my life. Each one is a special and unique blessing from the Lord. Then, a kiss on the forehead and I quietly close the door behind me.
As I turned to walk back to my room, my thoughts turned toward God - my Father in heaven; the One to whom my spirit calls out "Abba!" [translated: Daddy]; the One who tenderly adores me as His own daughter in the same way I just did in the girls' room last night...except far greater. "...He will quiet you by His love..." Zephaniah 3:17.
God is my loving Father; my soul knows this full well. His love is far deeper than I can understand (Ephesians 3:18-19). So, I am thankful for all the little reminders that the Spirit places in my life that cause me to look to Him and His love with praise and wonder. For truly it is matchless.
So, the next time you sneak into your child's room to tuck them in one last time before heading off to bed, I encourage you to take a moment to think upon the truth that God loves you as His very own child (despite the kind of day you might have had!), "...because of His great love with which He has loved us..." Ephesians 2:4.
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