So tonight I snuggled in with Gussie and some classic Pooh and read this:
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
"Pooh?" he whispered.
"Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's paw. "I just wanted to be sure of you."
~from The House At Pooh Corner
And I nearly wept thinking of the sweetness of this. I do that. Often, in the quiet of the night I go and lay a hand on one of my baby's gently rising and falling back and just spend a second being sure of them. I do this with Dan in the middle of the night when I roll over and reach out to feel his smooth shoulder, just to be sure of him. And I do this with God. Especially when things are crazy and I'm done, just done, and I feel so empty. I sidle up to God, through prayer, the Bible, being still and listening. I know he's present. He promises that he always is. But sometimes I forget and then I have to find a way to sidle up. Just to be sure.