Although I moan and groan each time I hear my little Zion cry in the middle of the night, being up with him in the wee hours are sometimes some of the sweetest moments of my life. I go into his room, give him his milk bottle, and pick him up. He snuggles up against me and drinks like he's never eaten before in his life. Soon, his hunger begins to diminish, he drinks more slowly, and begins to fall asleep again. Shortly following, he drops his bottle, puts his little arms around me, and falls asleep in my arms.
By this time, I am well awake. I snuggle him close and watch him sleep for a few minutes before I put him back into his crib and crawl back into my own bed. Holding him close as he sleeps, he is calm, peaceful, and trusting. Him resting in my arms is the picture of what I imagine God means when he says, "rest in Me." I stroke his head, I feel his soft cheeks. He has no idea how much pleasure I get simply by being with him. How often I forget God must feel the same way about us! Hummm... Lord, help me to simply rest in you. Let me be one of Your favorite times!
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