We've had a rocky week. I'm not at liberty to go into details here, but would you pray for our family?
Last night, we were coming in late from community group. It was nearly nine, and Michael and I were anxious to tuck the girls into bed so that we could tuck our weary selves in as well. We rushed through our bedtime routine with the Bigs, only to remember that Lamby was a little wet -- I think from Ruthie's sippy losing its valve. We pretty much told Phoebe that she was going to have to deal with it; Lamby wasn't wet enough to warrant a trip to the dryer, and we didn't want to wait on Lamby for the rest of us to get to go to sleep. Phoebe wasn't thrilled with this arrangement.
So Michael tenderly took Lamby and swaddled her in a lightweight blanket so that Lamby would no longer feel wet to his little girl. As he gingerly placed Lamby in Phoebe's arms, I wanted to weep. This is a Daddy who loves his little girls deeply. And watching this tenderness, I was reminded that my Heavenly Father loves us so much more than we can even imagine. He is infinitely more tender, infinitely more loving, and infinitely more good. I am so thankful that we can call the God of the vast universe our Abba - "Daddy".