Sleepy...

As I watch his small sleeping form I'm overcome with love for this child. He looks so peaceful and sweet. I know soon he will wake up and make his presence known. He will bite the dog because she licked him. He will get his sisters yelling in exasperation. He will demonstrate what a little imp he is.

But for now he is at rest. I want so much to pick up his little warm body and snuggle him. I know he would wiggle into a cozy position and wrap one skinny arm around my neck. I would probably even hear a sleepy "I love you Mommy."

I am so tempted.

But he would not stay snuggly. The little imp would return. He would flash his dimple at me as he scampered off to find some new mischief. I love to see what he will do next. But I want to savor this peacefulness, so I let him sleep. I watch him. I have to at least touch him, so I gently stroke his head.

I think about my Father who watches me sleep. Who loves me like this and more. I am amazed that He could love someone like me. He knows I am an imp too. Yet He waits for me to wake up. He wants to show me new things. He wants to watch me explore this world He made. He waits for my sleepy "I love you Father."

"...His tender mercies are over all His works..." Psalm 145:9