My son fell asleep in my arms today. It has become a rare thing for him to do, being that he usually just crawls into bed on his own and takes a nap. But days like today are special. I could tell by the time he finished his lunch that he was fading fast, so I picked him up and held him as he drifted off into sleep. Once he arrives at that sleeping state, I like to hold him and look at him for a while. I like to look at him sleeping in my arms and to savor that moment because moments like it are fewer and far in between these days. It is a magical or divine feeling to hold your child sleeping in your arms. They trust you and are comfortable and at ease in that moment. They feel safe and they rest their busy little bodies in the comfort of your arms. At times like this I feel like I grasp a little bit of God's unfailing love for us. I know how much I love my son...and if God is as thrilled with me, His child, as I am with my son, then I must be something pretty special to him. In my human mind, if God loves me even as much as I love my son, then I am so loved...but the truth is that God loves me more than I will ever comprehend. My love for my son has errors and mistakes written all over it, I have to start new every morning, yet God loves me perfectly. It brings me comfort to know that like my baby son sleeping and resting in my arms of love, that I have a Savior and loving Father that I can rest in His arms of love...holding me still...holding me near in His arms of love. I can rest in Him knowing He is gazing down at me with adoration and pride and unfailing love because I am His child. He is thrilled with me for I am His. I hope that you find rest for your soul in God's arms of love today. It is such a good place to be.
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This is why I am still holding Owen for his afternoon nap nearly every day. It's hard to put them down sometimes. God really shows us insight to who he is with these special relationships.
I loved this post honey. I remember how Liam used to fall asleep all the time on our shoulders or chest. Those were precious moments. thanks for reminding me about God's special love for us as his children.
I love you
This reads like poetry every time I come back to it. What a wonderfully constructed collection of thoughts.
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