Regularly my eyes feast on such beauty as...
Er, Jackson... that's not quite the kind of beauty I had in mind.
...wakening up to dramatic morning skies like these,
...or going to bed to dancing skies.
dramatic seas like these,
...peaceful beaches like this.
(How could I resist?)
...empty beaches by day,
...and quiet beaches by sunset.
But of all the gorgeous scenes my eyes are able to feast on...
... this sight, every night before I head to bed, is simply the most lovely of all.
What is it about the sight of our sleeping children? Every single night, this beautiful sleeping face re-captures my heart. I have to drag myself away from it, because I could never tire of looking at it. Every night, I pray over this precious wee guy, not knowing what this world has in store for him, but committing Him to the One who not only knows, but has ordered all his steps.
I am so often brought to think of the countless number of children, just as beautiful to their own mothers, who do not have the blessings this wee guy has. They may live in war zones, and are unable to sleep peacefully night after night. They may live in fear, with the causes of fear on their streets, or even, perish the thought, in their home. They may live in areas suffering from famine, and though their bodies may be tired, yet peaceful sleep eludes them because of their dire hunger.
How much we have to thank God for. And each night, as I say my final Goodnight... and God bless you... to my youngest child, may I never cease to count my blessings and pray for those who have not, in God's providence, been afforded what we have.