Friday night when our littlest one was ill over and over (and over...) I literally had to lift up his little face and help him to keep his head up so he could "spit into the bucket" (as he called it.) He was so completely exhausted that he would fall asleep almost instantly after being ill. It was adorably pathetic and in the midst of it all I felt such a moment of tenderness with my heavenly father. Psalm 3:3-4 came to mind:
"But thou, O LORD, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head.
I cried unto the LORD with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah."
In these tender moments as a parent, it always hits me in such a fresh way that He loves us even more than we can love our own children. I am praising Him today for being the lifter of my head, for hearing my cries, and for bringing me peace.
May we all rest sweetly with the faith of a child in our Father's love and care.