It's 8:53pm. The house is quiet. Finally. You couldn't have known that mere minutes ago it was a bustle of activity; the business of getting to bed.
Babies nursed, diapers changed, toys picked up, bottles given.
Teeth brushed, pajamas donned, babies rocking in arms, in chairs.
Lights out, stars shine, fans whirring in the humid summer heat.
Patience wanes, babies lie sleeping while older ones resist. The air thickens with the tension of opposing wills. Abundant energy defies the call to calm down. Voices raised.
Prayers. For mom and child alike. Petitions for love, joy, peace and obedience. Forgiveness sought.
Songs. Lyrics fighting the feelings in the singer's soul. Truth sung over the lives of loved ones. Hope for the next day, new mercies to behold.
Received so that it may also be given.
"Goodnight kids, I love you"