brody & i, october 2008
saturday brody woke from his nap and i could immediately tell he didn't get enough sleep. you all know the signs of that, right? my two and a half year old baby boy just melted into my arms, right then and there. for some strange reason foster was still asleep in the other room, so it was just he and i. i held him, and rocked him, and kissed his little cheeks. i wanted this time together with him so badly, and i was grateful for even a few sweet minutes. he wasn't tense, or trying to look around, he just laid in my arms and sighed, as if this was just what he needed. it was just what i needed. i started to, subconsciously, sing one of my favorite songs. it was several seconds before i realized what i was singing.
i sing a simple song of love
to my Saviour, to my Jesus.
i'm thankful for the things You've done
my loving Saviour, my precious Jesus.
my heart is glad that You've called me Your own.
cause there's no place i'd rather be.
than in Your arms of love.
holding me still, holding me near.
in Your arms of love.
i could feel the hot tears start to fall down my face.
the cry of my heart for my child,
this precious time with him holding him close,
is the same as the cry of my Father's heart for me.
He is there to hold me near, to hold me still.