After crying for a little while, I decided to go see what the problem was because she hadn't settled herself back into sleep.
As I walked in she said "mumm." and then sat down.
My heart totally melted right there in the darkened room. To be called Mum by my own daughter for the first time was a special moment. She grabbed my hand as I lay her down to sleep and she held it against her cheek for a little while. Then sighed as if she just wanted to see me again, and turned her head to sleep.
I would do anything for her. Anything.
My thoughts go out to those pierced by the curse of this world. To those who have lost children. Either early or later in life. Their grief must be unbearable. And of course, the moment made me think of how high and wide God's love is for us. His own son, pierced for our wrongs. The only way to bring us together with our heavenly father eternally. So we aren't lost forever. What an admirable God! My love for him expands with each new experience of life as I understand him more.
2 comments:
I remember when Noah first called out "dad" from his cot too. Happiest I was at 5 30 in the morning in a while.
Love the blog, will keep reading.
Hey there you!! I had no idea that you had started a blog... back in August!! What a neglectful friend! Now I will have to do some reading to catch up! What a great blog, a spiritual inspiration, and record of your life. A way to keep in focus the most important things in life, even on those frustrating days. A way to glorify God. Good on you! And I will be reading, you can count on that!
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