I rocked my baby son in my arms, sang softly and hushed him gently.
I savored every precious breath I heard him take and felt him grow heavier and heavier on my chest until I could barely breathe under his weight.
As he slept, I stroked his curly hair and nuzzled my face into it. I lingered there on the sofa with him, delighting in his contented slumber and his cozy warmth.
Then, my mind drifted back to the trials we were enduring as a family: ill health, a displaced housing situation, and job loss.
I prayed silently.
Lord, please help us. Help us through these storms, and help us provide a safe, stable life for this precious child that You’ve blessed us with.
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