Not that much difference between wee baby sleep sounds and big baby sleep sounds. The boy on the couch, serenading me with that steady regular breath sound that says, "alive and well." Just like looking over, seeing pink oxygenated skin and knowing he is well. I guess maybe I get a case of the DADS even now. Father God, I have to trust you with every part of my life, but you made me a dad and you know how hard it is.
Father, thank you for sleep and rest. Thank you for healing and the promise of wholeness. Thank you for the examples of brothers and sisters who dream and pursue. Thank you for the wild complexity of all of these body parts, trying so hard to find where they fit, even when you desire most to see them all in their places. Thank you for broken hearts reaching out for restoration and finding it in you. Thank you for Body parts who are finding their way home ahead of others, and so are able to reach out to the rest of us and assure us that it get better, and that it will be alright.
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