Bedtime

Sweaty neck curls your dark hair

Rhythmic sucking slows as breathing deepens

Eyes gaze out the glass until they glass over

Pink pajamas crease against mine 

All is right in this moment 

Except that the wrong heartbeat is lulling you to sleep

I wouldn't have it any other way

And yet I desperately would

You are the show-er of splendour.  Open my eyes that I may dwell in the heart of your glory and grace.

The weight in my arms is just the outward manifestation of the weight in my heart.  I unbuckled her from the carseat and she became mine to love and care for.  Maybe not forever, but day in and day out for as long as she will need.  And with her came the weight of her past and her unknowns.  Lord, grant me the grace to carry those burdens with her and treat them and her with the loving respect they deserve.  Grant me the joy to delight in who You have created her to be as I learn to love in a new way.