Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Between asleep and awake

My son started yelling at some hour of the morning. I thought he was hungry, and he ate a little, but not much. I sat in the rocker in his room, wrapped my arms around him, and he buried his face into my chest. His breathing leveled, and he rested, he was safe. I felt like a warrior of old, sword drawn, metal glistening, fire in my eyes, nobody would mess with him. Then I realized there were things I couldn't fight, things beyond my "swordsmanship", so I turned and buried my face in my Heavenly Father's chest. My breathing leveled, and we rocked there, the two of us, somewhere between asleep and awake, safe in our Daddy's arms.

4 comments:

heartsjoy said...

Oh man! That is such a beautiful picture! Thanks for sharing...those moments are the best!

janiners said...

that is so very precious! I feel like I'm already learning quite a bit about resting even more in my heavenly Father's strong embrace in the process of becoming a parent myself. all I can say is I'm hanging on for dear life!

Sarah said...

Beautiful. Very poetic! And thanks for your comments on my blog.

SuperMom said...

Oh, those are the best moments of your life.