tiny breath

Today our youngest daughter Lily came down with a very bad viral infection in her lungs. She normally has the most outgoing personality that loves to laugh and bring great joy to the world around her. She spent this evening just laying on my chest like a sack of potatoes. I could feel her tiny heart beating. I could hear her struggling for breath. Short quick little gasp. I just stroked her hair and kissed her head. I would do anything to take her discomfort away. Children are such the perfect example of God's relationship with us. He is all nurturing and caring and probably gets a little frustrated when we dump the high chair tray onto the floor when we are done eating. Yet he is always there for us. He will stroke our hair and kiss our forehead when we lay in his arms and seek his comfort. I am sure he laughs when we run around butt naked after a bath because we havent realised the shame in this because of our sin. He does not have to chase us because he already knows where we are going. I cant wait for Lily to feel better and start streaking through the living room. Sounds like a Psalm.