Here I am again on the couch. John woke up at 430, exactly when I did–maybe he heard my alarm. I get up that early so I have time to have breakfast, and throw lunch together or take a shower. More importantly, that’s my morning devo time.
Well, trying to get a semi-fussy toddler back to sleep precludes all but the last of those things. And so it was that I ended up in my spot with a baby on my shoulder, and talking to God.
I spoke softly, but I did pray aloud, and it wasn’t until he heard the sound of my voice that John stopped squirming and started going back to sleep.
I think we do that, too. Sometimes life makes us squirm–life, in all its messiness with all its pitfalls and all its pain.
We get so caught up in whatever is going on it’s hard to calm down. This morning John needed a few things to calm him down and get him back to his “night-night” place. Sometimes we need that, too.
I think most of all, it was the sound of a calming voice (I prayed over him and sang softly into his ear) and the feeling of comfort that comes from feeling daddy’s arms.
That’s what we need, too, sometimes. We need to hear daddy’s voice and feel his love.
I think that looks and feels a little different for everyone. With some people, that love manifests through reading scripture. For others, it comes from hearing his voice through song, or from the gentle breeze of his voice through prayer, or maybe some other way.
It’s different for everyone.
The world and our troubles can fall away when we allow ourselves to hear from our abba, however he speaks to us.
So amazing when that happens. This morning, it happened for John, and for me through a fussy baby. The night before, I got to carry David back to his bed (won’t be able to do that much longer!). Anyway, I won’t get back to my night-night place until after practice tonight, unfortunately.