I love the sound of rain. Not just any rain, that coming down so hard it hits your window pane type of rain. My favourite thing to do when it is raining like that is curl up in some blankets and either watch a movie or read a book. However this past week I have found a new favourite thing to do. Cuddle with my baby girl.
It was nap time, everyone was gone upstairs and the house was quite. As I rocked my babe the rain sounded in the background. I love it when her eyes slowly begin to flutter shut, her breathing starts to get heavier knowing that she is safe in my arms to drift off to sleep.
I looked at her in awe as I prayed silently for all my hopes and dreams I have for her. I prayed that she will be a woman of the Lord. That a passion and love for Him will come at a young age and grow more and more each and every day. That God will protect her purity for the man she marries on their wedding night. That when people look at her they will see such a great light living inside her and wonder what it is she has. That no matter what she does we will always be there for her. For her triumphs and her failures. To tell her that no matter what she chooses, no matter what the mistake we are there for her and love her just the same. And most importantly I prayed that as parents and a mother we can show her who Christ is by the way my husband and I love, not only each other but others as well.
These are the days I’ll remember. Rain. Cuddling. Prayer.
“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take but by the moments that take our breath away.” Hilary Cooper