When I put my 3 year old to bed each night, I can count on one of the following happening:
"Mommy, tell me a good dragon story!"
"Mommy, let's play friends!"
"Mommy, tell me a bad dragon story!"
"Mommy, can you seep wif me for a few minutes?"
As I lie down next to her, sometimes I snuggle so close that we're cheek to cheek. I breathe in her sweet scent and my heart feels like it will explode. These days are fleeting, and last week that was brought to our attention in a heartbreaking way.
Dear Lord, thank you for the precious children you have entrusted us with. Comfort those whose lives are devastated. Give them the hope that only You can give. Come, Lord Jesus! Amen.
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3