My throat is on fire, and I am exhausted when I hear the cry in the wee hours of the morning. I struggle from my bed, eyes half-closed to Baby Girl's crib. I hug and kiss her, lay her back down and tuck her in with, "It's still sleepy time, sweet girl. Good night."
I close the door behind me as she screams, hoping that it will pass quickly.
I know I need my sleep since I am not well and bringing her to bed does not qualify as good sleep, so I stumble back to her room. Again, I hug and kiss, lay her down and tuck her in. But this time I sit.
I sit, and I reach one hand in to stroke her silky hair and soft cheeks. I pat her arm, and I wait. I'm so tired, and she's not. I give up thoughts of a soft bed, grab a blanket from her closet and the "Mary, Mary Quite Contrary" pillow that was mine and is now hers and settle bones on a hard floor. One hand reaches in to connect to hers.
She is mine, and I am hers. "Mama's here. It's okay."
Occasionally, she makes sounds just to hear my quiet, "Sshhh. I'm still here."
And as hips protest the unforgiving floor, my mind wanders. Christ took on our discomforts. He left behind the perfection and splendor of what was His and crossed into our dark, lonely world. He made Himself nothing to become like us. His hand reached in to a point in our time and space, and said, "I'm here. It's okay." And it reaches still.
He is mine, and I am His.
And I feel grateful.
Gifts #57 - 83
holding Baby Girl's sweet hand
time at night to think and know
a cardinal in flight
tiger lilies wild on the roadside
beauty in unexpected places
church steeples in the countryside
a safe arrival
not getting lost
a day with girlfriends
encouragement from readers
my pastor's wife
The Stinker's hard work
a new dress
hot tea and honey on a sore throat
a husband who makes it
13 years married, 16 together
my mom sews
Baby Girl's white satin flower girl dress with a grass green sash
The Stinker's eyes lit up from praise
speaking love to my children
a funny doctor
family who loves on the kids (and me) when I'm sick (still) and speechless
working together to make home beautiful
blooming day lilies