It's in the still of the night that I'm most overcome with gratefulness for my babies.
With the silence comes gratitude.
With the dark comes response.
I cherish those stilled hours. While the rest of the house sleeps, I have some moments of solitude where I can really focus. Where I can silence my heart before the Lord and be still. Where I can see clearly without the daily distractions that cloud my vision. Where I can cover my family in prayer and truly revere my God.
Rocking my youngest as he eats his bottle, coos softly, and strokes my cheek is one of the most peaceful feelings in my life. I know these days don't last forever and I try to savor them as much as possible. I also know that the Lord gives me these moments not simply because my baby is hungry, because I need them.
To bond with my baby - just mommy and him.
To have moments of clarity in my otherwise foggy brain.
And most importantly, to have that precious time in communion with my Lord.
As I make my way back to our bedroom, I can see clearly. No stumbling. No tripping. No grumbling or complaining.
My heart is full and peace overflows.
The early hours are hard. But, I wouldn't miss out on them for the world.