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It’s 6.30pm and he begins to yawn, snuggle up to me, and rub his eyes. As well as starting to be a tad bit fussy, these are clear signs that its time for the bedtime ritual. This starts with the nightly bath (aka swim time).
Swim time can be better explained as the attempt to rid the child of the day’s grime and keep him from drowning or giving himself a concussion, while he engages in an attempt to dominate all the floating toys, explore the mysteries of water weightlessness, christen all within 10 feet of the tub, and eat the bathtub and all its contents.
There are several songs that come to mind, Bible passages from Matthew 6 and Psalms when I think of the care that God gives me in life. It dawned on me that I many times take for granted the care God gives me that I am aware of, and then the protection God grants me that I will never know of. My son will never know how many times I have guarded his head, caught him before he hit the ground when he fell, sat him down before he busted his chin, how long I have placed my arms as barriers during every bath time and stood guard so he would not go face down in the water and drown. There have been moments of discipline that we is quite aware of, times when I have taken him out of the tub cause he was obviously ready to get out or for his own safety. But, so often, protecting him without him knowing that he was protected.
And so God does so much more for me. The simple fact that I am still alive is evidence of his graciousness, mercy, and protection on my life.
“His eye is on the sparrow, I know he watches me. . .”
Thank you Lord, for watching over me. May I always hide in the shadow of your wing, and listen while you sing over me.
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