Glimpses

As I stepped into the boys' room this evening to put Zeke in his crib, I was given the gift of a glimpse of the beautiful: the love between a daddy and his boy. There was Dave, sound asleep on the floor right next to Noah's little toddler bed, with his arm resting on the side of the bed. And there was Noah, fast asleep, with his daddy's fingers in his grip.

I'm praying tonight that I would fall asleep hanging on to the hand of my Father.