Friday, April 20, 2012
I'm typing this as I sit outside Makenzie's room listening to her cry. I haven't done this since we were sleep training when she was 10 or 11 months old but she had a really rough time going to bed tonight. She cried when I put her in her bed and she NEVER cries and she's still crying.
She's in her room, in her bed, with her worship lullaby music playing, thinking she's all alone in the world. Little does she know that I'm outside her door, praying for her, thinking about her, wondering why she's so distraught.
God totally spoke to me as I'm sitting here. I don't always feel His presence or think about how He's led my steps but He has. He's watching over me and wanting only for me to calm down and submit to what's best for me, His will.
Makenzie may never know the countless hours I've spent, and probably will spend, sitting outside of her door, praying for her, with my heart burdened for her. While on earth, I'll never understand the love that God has for me but I do know that it was enough to send His only Son to die on the cross for my sins and for that I am so thankful.
Posted by Alicia at 8:35 PM