Can she feel my love for her?
Does it wash over her in waves of emotion,
the way it washes over me?
She rests in my arms,
Fully relaxed - fearing nothing, aware of nothing
But the gentle rocking,
the warmth of my body
and the sound of Grandma reading the train book to Andrew.
I wonder if this is why we are told to have faith
as little children do.
She fully trusts all her needs will be met.
She rests peacefully, neither sorrowful for the past,
nor anxious for the future.
In hunger, she cries - and is fed.
When restless, she murmurs and a bleary-eyed Mommy
Lifts her from her lonely bed.
This is what it means to trust -
to know and rest in the confidence
of future comfort.
Let this rest be mine, I pray.
All because I am loved -
With waves that wash over me
From a Father Who loves me
as His precious child.