Thursday, October 13, 2011

Oh gently lay your head...

I just had a beautiful moment. Grant is in a cuddly mood tonight. It's a rarity. He sat in my lap after dinner and let me tickle his back while we were watching tv. I took him in to the bathroom for his bath. Poor kid just cried because he didn't want to sit in the water. He has a beast of a diaper rash after eating cheese enchiladas last night for my chosen birthday dinner.

I took him out of the water, brushed his teeth, combed his hair, put on his pj's, and started reading him a book. Normally, he lasts about 7.5 seconds before he gets distracted, we say a two-sentence good night prayer and he gets in his crib. This kid WILL NOT be rocked to sleep. He would much rather do it himself.

But tonight...it was different. We read an entire book entitled "I Love You More Than Rainbows." (Absolutely precious book, p.s.) I turned out the lamp and rocked him. I started singing.

Oh gently lay your head upon my chest
And I will comfort you like a mother while you rest
The tide can change so fast but I will stay
The same in past, same in the future, same today


I am constant, I am near, I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy, I am wise, I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires.


Oh weary, tired, and worn let out your sigh
Drop that heavy load you hold 'cause Mine is light
I know you through and through, there's no need to hide
I want to show you love that is deep and high and wide


I am constant, I am near, I am peace that shatters all your secret fears
I am holy, I am wise, I'm the only one who knows your heart's desires
Your heart's desires.
(Jill Phillips)

I had tears rolling down my face. I fight just like Grant normally does. I don't want to be held. I don't want to be rocked. I don't want to lay my head on His chest. I can do it myself. Yeah...right.

Do you know how much I love that kid? You mom's out there do. You probably love your kids the same way. And you know what? The amount I love him is only a sliver of the amount Jesus loves him...and how much Jesus loves me. It is not HUMANLY possible to love another the same way and same amount He loves us.

Oh gently lay your head upon my chest...Oh weary, tired and worn, let out your sigh...Drop that heavy load you hold 'cause Mine is light...I am peace that shatters all your secret fears...

Sounds good to me.

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