There’s a point during the day when the silence speaks. The sun is hiding behind closed blinds, and the house is hushed up. I have a baby sleeping in his bassinet downstairs in our bedroom, and I just carried his big brother upstairs to do the same.
I see trains and trucks up on the TV stand, hauling a pair of baby socks and a plastic circus tiger. Across the room, books piled up to make the perfect stepping stool and a stuffed lion peeks out from behind the ottoman. It’s a bit of a scavenger hunt to see where all the toys ended up, and I think back on our morning and smile. I give thanks for the little hands and feet that moved these little gadgets and animals around and shuffled them up today. I stop and think forward to the days to come. It is quiet. I listen, and I pray.
Thank you, Father, for your great love for your Son, for us. Thank you for His powerful and deliberate footsteps that lead us today. Thank you for these baby boys who rest peacefully, because that is what you give, and we accept. Thank you for picking up the pieces and cleaning us up, for forgetting the mess was ever made.
I think of Father’s Day approaching, and I look up. Thank you, Father, for calling me your own, for loving me more than I can even comprehend. I see toys and think of the little smiles. More; he loves them, me – even more. No greater love exists. I hear you call me – yours.
Thank you for my earthly dad who has always lifted me up to see you.
Thank you for my husband who chooses you. Thank you that he loves with grace like you do. I pray you provide him with endurance; for encouragement, for compassion and wisdom to do what is right by you, everyday. I pray our sons will grow up and be men like him, they will seek and serve you wholeheartedly, that they will lead their own families to bring your Kingdom come.
It is quiet, but birds are singing outside; I hear your praise. All glory and honor and power belong to you, Oh Lord, my God. My Father. It is in the name of my Savior Jesus, who took my place, I pray. Amen.
“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are.” 1 John 3:1