Lullabies and Sirens at Bedtime

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We crawl into his twin bed, all three of us, at bedtime.  The space is small but never tight.  I breathe in the smell of baby shampoo from his blonde head and listen as Mr. Marvelous hums lullabies in baritone.  Everything seems safe and quiet when a siren sounds loud outside the window.  I cradle his body tighter, thankful that it isn’t one of us who is sick or hurting.  I am certain there will be no piercing siren sounds in heaven.  Only lullabies and Jesus himself, the Prince of Peace.  This babe falls asleep fast, his breathing rhythmic against my chest.  I love him so fiercely I think my heart may be breaking and I know that my love is but a fraction of Christ’s love for us.  And I am comforted, despite the resounding echo of the siren that threatens to haunt this night. 

Mr. Marvelous nudges me (he’s asleep, you can get up). 

“Not yet,” I whisper.  “Pray for us?”

And he does and I love him for it.  He prays for blessing on our children.  

I close my eyes and pray for God’s will, but silently beg for my own . . . . life, abundant life, for these sons of ours. 

And He speaks back, because I have His words hidden in my heart.

“I have come so that they may have life and have it to the full.”  John 10:10

Amen, to that.   The best lullaby of the night, loud enough to drown out the sirens.

Amen. 

Amen.

Amen.  

7 Comments

  1. Erin,

    You have always been such a beautiful writer.

    I’m so glad that you chose to follow your dreams. :)

  2. Erin, you always write the most beautiful posts and always manage to bring a tear to my eye. He is so faithful and loves us all so much. Thank you for always sharing his word and his love through your blog in such a unique way. :)

    Hugs,
    Karla

  3. It is such a joy to read your offerings, Erin. I love your heart before the Lord and add my prayers for His blessing upon you and your precious family.

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