Words For Baby 4
Today at lunch, I started singing, "He's got the whole world in His hands, He's got the whole world in His hands. . ." Your brother and sisters joined in.
I had your baby brother in my arms. I looked at him and sang, "He's got the little, bitty babies in His hands. . ." and by the time I sang those words again, all I could think of was you...the little, bitty baby I never held in my hands.
Most times when I think of you, I have to fight the tears away. Many times, I lose the battle. But this time, singing about you being in His hands--there was a sense of peace.
I always knew that, but today, peace instead of pain, confirmation instead of confusion. (Thank You, Father.)
Rest comfortably in His hands, baby.