His crying woke me just before dawn. While I was warming his bottle in the kitchen, I could still hear him. It hurt. I longed to comfort him. Soon, I held him in the darkness of the nursery, soothed by the sweet sound of his drinking. Then, his hunger satisfied, he lay limp in my arms. We rocked gently. He rested in my nearness, tiny hand on mine, and we were quiet together.
“Which of you, if your child asks for bread, will give him a stone? . . . If you, then, . . . know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask Him?” Matthew 7:9, 11
“What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” A. W. Tozer