There is something heavenly about a sleeping baby. Something that is not of this earth. Am I sensing God’s presence? Is it that He is watching over this child so intently that anyone who comes into the room can feel His shepherding Spirit? The Shepherd that leads one beside quiet waters and restores one’s soul.
Sometimes I stand there soaking in the rest and when I finally close the door behind me I feel like I have been away on a long, rejuvenating holiday.