Watching Mylah or Lillyann sleep fills me with a sense of peace as I breathe in the sweet peace that surrounds them. Babies don’t sleep like adults and rarely make noise. The quiet that fills the house allows time and space to be still. Sometimes I sleep alongside them, but I prefer to stay awake and enjoy the peace.
I thank God that my granddaughters don’t toss and turn. I know little Mylah misses mommy, daddy, and Lillyann. They are at Sea World today enjoying the sunshine and warm temperatures. Mylah is going to ride the Polar Express this evening and see Santa Claus. I know she will love the train ride and the sweet treats, but the Christmas lights will captures her attention.
Not all children have the luxury of being children. Many grow up too quickly, and some are tormented by mental illness. My heart goes out to all children who miss childhood. It should be a time of playing and loving and laughing. Too many little ones are hurting, and it breaks my heart. Heaven is a perfect childhood in the eternal presence of a loving Father. I love to imagine the joy of being in God’s loving presence forever. I know He looks after me now, but sometimes the lessons of this world are harsh and difficult to comprehend.
I get a glimpse of heaven each time I watch little Mylah sleep. When I remember that she wasn’t breathing when she came into this world, each sweet breath she takes is a miracle. I thank God for the privilege of loving her, and I pray I never take a single moment with her for granted. She and Lillyann have a lot left to teach me:)