Every night, I tuck my children in. Even if Corey has been up 217 times, I have to tuck him in before I can settle into my own dreams. Even if I snuggled Makayla for "just one more minute," I have to hold my hands out over her and ask God's protection over her thoughts as she sleeps.
Since Makayla was a tiny baby, I got into the habit of asking God to station His angels around her bed as she sleeps. I've continued doing so for each of my children. It's such a vulnerable time, both physically and mentally. It's also a very receptive time when the heart and mind are quiet and open. I pray that God would watch over my children and impress His wisdom upon them. I pray they would know Him even now and live out their lives within His will.
After Annabelle passed, I ran into a bit of a conundrum at tuck-in and prayer time. She no longer needs God's protection since she is in His very presence. But as I leave Corey's room each night, I pass her picture, blow her a kiss, and ask that I can be a good Mama to her memory, because that I have the privilege of carrying forever. Sometimes I cry, and sometimes I smile...but every night I know she's tucked in too.
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| Sweet dreams, dear Annabelle |
