breathing

The other night we all ended up sleeping in the same room. John, Lily Beth, Claire and myself. I was on one side of the bed, Claire's bed next to me, Lil in the middle and then John. I had just gotten Miss Claire back to sleep and was lying in bed thinking about how blessed I was. I began to listen to my family breathe in and out. As I listened I found that even if I hadn't been looking at them, I would be able to tell them apart just by their breathing. John's ever consistent unwavering breaths, much like his heart, Lily's tiny snore and baby Claire's ever fast baby breaths. I listened for a long time....then I realized that God does the same with us. He knows us more intimately than we know our own children. He knows our breaths, He knows the number of hairs on our heads, He knows everything - - our past, present and future. He has it all in the palm of His Mighty Hand. I found great comfort in that. I went to sleep knowing that with all the people in His great universe, He knows me perfectly. I pray that with all the craziness we face, we will each rest in the fact that our Father calls us His own....