One of the benefits of co-sleeping is that I don't always *really* wake up to nurse the baby. But when I do, I savor the stillness and peace, where the only sounds are the breathing of the people I love most and sometimes the air conditioner (I feel pretty affectionate towards it, too, because I hate hot weather). It is my favorite time to pray.
Lately, a song from Rich Mullins (about 20 years ago--that makes me feel old) has been playing in my mind each time:
This part has been very real to me:
And I know sacred ears will listen
And holy hands reach out to touch
How can I keep myself from singing
Sacred ears are listening to every whisper in our hearts, holy hands are reaching out to touch us. Reasons to sing, indeed.