The other night Owen was up several times. We finally gave him a little tylen.ol to see if that would help whatever was ailing him. I didn't want to put him down right away, so I sat with him for a while. His room holds entirely way too much furniture, but there is space for a wonderful glider that my sister-in-law sweetly lent us after Owen was born. So I curled my little boy on my shoulder, under his favorite blanket and just rocked with him. I couldn't remember the last time we did that. He has always been such a good sleeper, and being baby #3, the dude was quickly encouraged to fall asleep on his own.
So I sat and rocked with him, listening to him breathe heavily through his pacifier. I thought of how that sound reassures me each night as I check on him and the other kids before I go to bed. (Josh is a quiet breather, Ellie is louder and Owen takes the cake as the loudest).
My thoughts were interrupted as Owen maneuvered himself to a more comfy spot on my shoulder. It made me think of how we often are sick with our sins and look for that comfortable spot in our Father's arms. We struggle to try and find a way to get rest on our own. We look for other places to find peace. And yet, when we finally allow our Father's arm to enfold us and draw us close...that is when we truly find rest. I love that mental picture of God's strong arms encircling us, helping us find that comfy spot, even if we are still sick or in pain, there is peace. I closed my eyes and pictured the Lord drawing Owen and me close to Him in that moment. Owen looked up at me once while he was finding his comfy spot. He saw me there, just waiting for him to find his deeper sleep. His head gently fell back to my shoulder and his breathing became more soft and rhythmic. I almost didn't want to let him go.
Thank you Lord, for being the Peace that passes all Understanding, Our Rescuer, and Our Father.