Living Life for Christ Alone

The lights are out, and I sit in the rocking chair holding my sixteen-month-old, singing softly to her and rocking slowly in the rocking chair.  I close my eyes and breathe. It is quiet, except for the sound of the noise machine and air conditioning running. The sun peers just a little around the door, but it is just the right atmosphere to coax her to sleep. As I hum, I look down at her face. The pacifier is in her mouth and her blankie by her face. She looks so cozy there all snuggled up to me.  And then, her eyes start blinking slowly. Sleep starts taking over. One by one, whatever cares she had, she lets go of. I feel her muscles relax. If her hands were playing with something, they go limp. Her breathing gets deep. And all of a sudden, it is as if time stands still.  I can't explain it, but I never get tired of this moment. It is magical. It rights all wrongs in the day. The morning could have been chaotic and messy, but it doesn't take away from this moment. Instead...

I just made up a new word and kinda like it. :) Unoverwhelmable: incapable of being overwhelmed . Of course, this word doesn't describe any thing in my life. Everything is capable of being overwhelmed. My computer, for instance, could easily be overwhelmed by a virus. My house could easily be overwhelmed by decay. My bank account could easily be overwhelmed with emptiness. Nope. Not talking about things. Nor am I talking about the people I surround myself with. They easily get overwhelmed by life and the things that are in it.

"For we have not an High Priest which cannot be touched with the feeling of our infirmities..." (Heb. 4:15) When I do not understand myself, Jesus  still  understands me.