#Again?

photo credit: mikecogh via photopin cc

photo credit: mikecogh via photopin cc

I started thinking up hashtags at 2 am. Not a good sign.

#anotheronebitesthedust

#upallnight

#boyslikepukeunlessitstheirs

#seriously

#reallyseriously

This child was miserable. Compared to the other, he was miserable for much longer and many, many, many more times. Middle of the night rendezvous of this nature are never pleasant for anyone.

After the umpteenth time of consoling and comforting, cleaning and tucking, the little weak voice spoke out. Echoes of his brother.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” In the eye of the storm, these are the words that came out.

Mercy.

Of course. Of course, I think.

What is it about a stomach bug that brings out such meaningful statements and polite manners–especially in the dark, lonely hours of the night?

I’m seeing these moments of vulnerability, even in young, spent little bodies and tired spirits, that remind me of our great need to know that we are not alone in this life. We need to be cared for. We need to be comforted. We need more than what we ourselves can supply.

These verses are worn thin in my Bible, from hands that trace the words to remind myself of its truth:

You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. . . . You hem me in–behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain. Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?. . .even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you. (Psalm 139: 2-3, 5-6, 12)

There’s beauty in knowing we cannot be anywhere where God cannot care for us. In our room, on the bathroom floor, on the couch, in the dark. Always there, shining like day–even at 2 o’clock in the morning.

Hidden under warm covers, the middle one now rests in the calm after his storm. He chooses to be out in the open while we go about our business of the day, preferring the sound of our voices and the mere knowledge that he isn’t alone. And he isn’t. Not even a little bit.

#weareneveralone

#evenattimeslikethese

#blessedtoknowitfirsthand

#seriously