I stopped by the little boys’ room, for one last peek, before I went to bed. The giggles had quieted. Movement had stopped. Bed springs were silent. Sweet, sleeping peace had fallen over our home.
I was drawn to Gabriel. He lay, curled on his side, eyes closed, sweet summer-brown face relaxed and still. His small hands were clasped, as if he’d drifted off to slumber in the middle of a prayer.
I ran my fingers through his soft, white hair. Then I kissed his warm forehead. He shifted a little, then settled back, wrapped in the sweetness of rest.
For a moment, I was so filled with love that I thought my own heart would break. This little creature. Helpless and small. Needing me so. I ran my finger along the curve of his neck. Beautiful. How could something so amazing belong to me?
I love you that way, I felt the Lord speak, deep in my spirit. I delight in you. Just because you’re mine.
In my head, it’s hard for me to imagine. That God could love me so much.
Difficult to grasp.
More than I can fathom.
But I have to believe.
The Bible tells me so.
The Lord your God is with you, he is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with His love, he will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17