Cry out
Psalm 34: 17-18
The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
So last night I got in bed about 10:30. It never fails that no sooner do I close my eyes than I begin to hear a soft cry coming from my son's room across the hall. He starts quietly and we wait to see if it is just a moment that will pass and he will fall back to sleep, or if we is really awake and will escalate into a full blown cry.
Last night the cry got louder and louder, kind of winding up and down, getting louder and softer. Well, by now these two parents can sleep through a pretty loud cry and let the boy simply go back to sleep on his own. But last night Aiden said the two magic words that work every single time.
"Mommma... Daaaddy..."
OK, we surrender. Katie pops right up and goes to his room, scoops him up in her arms and brings him back into our bed where he falls peacefully to sleep in between us. We can hold out through crying, but we are total suckers when he starts asking for Momma and Daddy.
You know what though? I wouldn't change it. I want my boy to ask for me when he is scared, or tired and just can't fall asleep. If he just laid there and thought, "I'm going to get through this my own self, I'll talk myself out of being scared or tired" I would be heartbroken. I want him to ask for me, I want to bring him into our room where it is safe and I want him to snuggle up next to me and fall peacefully asleep.
"For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry "Abba, Father." " - Rom 8:15
The righteous cry out, and the LORD hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles.
The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
So last night I got in bed about 10:30. It never fails that no sooner do I close my eyes than I begin to hear a soft cry coming from my son's room across the hall. He starts quietly and we wait to see if it is just a moment that will pass and he will fall back to sleep, or if we is really awake and will escalate into a full blown cry.
Last night the cry got louder and louder, kind of winding up and down, getting louder and softer. Well, by now these two parents can sleep through a pretty loud cry and let the boy simply go back to sleep on his own. But last night Aiden said the two magic words that work every single time.
"Mommma... Daaaddy..."
OK, we surrender. Katie pops right up and goes to his room, scoops him up in her arms and brings him back into our bed where he falls peacefully to sleep in between us. We can hold out through crying, but we are total suckers when he starts asking for Momma and Daddy.
You know what though? I wouldn't change it. I want my boy to ask for me when he is scared, or tired and just can't fall asleep. If he just laid there and thought, "I'm going to get through this my own self, I'll talk myself out of being scared or tired" I would be heartbroken. I want him to ask for me, I want to bring him into our room where it is safe and I want him to snuggle up next to me and fall peacefully asleep.
"For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship. And by him we cry "Abba, Father." " - Rom 8:15
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