I sit in the emergency room with my daughter asleep on my lap. Cute little thing in pink footie pajamas. She’s had a hard day. Poked and prodded from every angle (literally). For now, she sleeps. She knows Da Da’s got this. She has no idea how hard it has been for him to “be anxious for nothing.”
She barely hears her daddy singing a song as she drifts in and out of dreams. “His strength is perfect when our strength is gone.” Her head is on his chest, so she can’t see the tears that well up in his eyes as he can’t get the words out. She doesn’t understand the love of God yet. For now, the love of Da Da soothes her.
God’s love soothes Daddy.