A deflated balloon and a floppy giraffe...

I don't think that my heart can swell with love any more than in those early morning moments when I am greeted by a sleepy eyed, grinning little boy, draging behind him the two most important things in his whole world: a deflating pink baloon (bobbing along on the ground) and his floppy stuffed giraffe. Sam has been sick for the last week. All disgust with vomit and diarrhea aside, the moments of comfort have been TREASURES. He usually doesn't sit for very long at all, but in his sickness, he has sought out the comfort of being rocked to sleep and generally being held as much as possible. When something is as fleeting and precious as a little boys' heart - it is so wonderful to be able to put your arms out and relish holding this little one close. Isn't it a captivating thought that the Lord desires our hearts this way? My heart is a treasure to the Lord as my sons hearts are a treasure to me...