He knows my every cry...

Putting my friend’s one year old to bed sounded too good to be true. Just change her and put her down with her blankets. So I did and thus ensued 30 minutes of me wondering if I did something wrong. She cried, she talked, she cried so more and all the while I’m wondering if I missed something. 

As I sit here wondering if I should either go get her or (God forbid) call her parents to see if this is normal, I’m taken back (almost 20 years ago) to a time BEFORE I was a mother. My dear friends had entrusted their 10 month old daughter to my roommate and I to be babysat for the first time EVER. This was a big responsibility. They told us that she was just starting to cry it out so we should expect some crying. So we got her ready, did all the things and put her to bed. And she cried. And cried. And cried. And we looked at each other and said: she’s fine right? (What did we know!?) Finally she fell asleep. When Osc and Jen got home, they went to check on sweet Bailey B only to find that we forgot to give her the beloved pacifier. Oops… sorry B. 

Which bring us back to this current moment when I HAVE been a mom to two children for 12 years so I should know, right? Wrong. You know why? Because she’s not my child. I don’t know what each cry means. I don’t know how she normally goes to bed; if she’s hungry, tired or just would rather not. 

That thought brought me before the throne: I’m so glad my Heavenly Father knows me. He knows what each cry means. He knows when I need to just vent and when I need intervention. He knows my thoughts from afar. He know my intentions and my sin. My Father, the Good Shepherd knows how to lead me the best, so I can trust what He does (or doesn’t do) is for my good and His glory. 

Now if this child would just fall asleep, my story would be complete…