Sunday, January 18, 2009
The great thing about being at home on a cold rainy Sunday with sick children and hot coffee is that God is here too. I don't have to be in a sanctuary to marvel at His miracles. I see them in the way H's perfect tiny fingers reach for the colorful music making toys that dangle above her head and the way that L is stretched out on her stomach in sleep so deep and peaceful that it makes me envy curling up in her white crib and listening to "rainforest" sounds. Watching my children, and remembering our time in the NICU, has the power to stop me in my tracks, tear up a little, and whisper, "Thank you Lord, thank you so much."