But wait. Did I say that the house is quiet? I should say all except the little eight-month old playing around on our floor.
I've spent a lot of time with her during the last few weeks. Watching her grow and seeing a smile of recognition on her face have been some of our greatest joys. But what I've seen is more than that.
Trust. Pure trust.
I never told her wouldn't drop her; we never said we'd feed her every day (that is multiples times a day). She simply knows one thing. . . .
We love her.
And that is enough. It reminds me of how Jesus said that we must be like little children if we will enter the kingdom of heaven.
I thought I knew why. Now I know I have a lot more to learn. . . .