Anyway, we headed to the nursing room, and I left the lights off with only a bit of sunlight peeking out from behind the curtains to light the room. I could hear the music coming from the sanctuary as I nursed my little baby and rocked back and forth in the comfy glider. I closed my eyes and began to hum along with one of my favorite and most gut-wrenching worship songs ("Blessed Be Your Name" by Matt Redman) as D quietly nursed. When I looked down after a few moments, I realized she had fallen asleep while eating, all snuggled up on my lap and in my arms. This never happens anymore these days except for those middle of the night feedings when I'm all too ready to send her back to bed so that I can go back to snoozing. As I looked at my little baby snuggled up so sweetly, I decided not to return her to the nursery. I decided not to go back into the service. I decided not to move even one muscle so that I could sit and relish in that quiet snuggle with my sleeping, precious girl. Tears started to roll down my face as I listened to the words of that worship song, "Blessed be your name / when the sun's shining down on me / when the world's all as it should be / blessed be your name. Blessed be your name / on the road marked with suffering / though there's pain in the offering / blessed be your name."
In that moment, our world was as it should be. The quiet darkness, the small baby girl, the unexpected snuggle.
A blessing from Him, indeed.