He heareth my cries in the night...

And He runs to me, and He answers me, and He speaks blessings upon me, and He sings over me, and He holds me.

I know this, for if I, being evil, know how to give these things to my son with joy when he cries in the night, how much more will my Father which is heaven give these things to me when I cry?

What a joy, what an immense joy and honor to be a mother. I feel as though I have begun to understand the Father-heart of God 10000x better because of my little boy, Jonathan David, Gift of God, Beloved son.

Thank you, Lord. I love you.