I couldn't remember where I packed the time....was it in this box?

God whispers into your soul and speaks to your mind...sometimes, when you don't have time to listen, He has to throw a brick at you. It's your choice: listen to the whisper or wait for the brick.

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I was cleaning the house yesterday (and unpacking the very last box...yay!) when I noticed Grayson crawling towards me. YES....he was crawling towards me and I took off in the other direction. I had SO much to do...laundry, dishes, rearrange the pantry, declutter the computer desk....he was literally at my heels and I walked away, AGAIN. "Mommy will hold you in a little while, honey...I have to finish cleaning", I said. I continued my chores and as he began to whine, instead of getting frustrated that I wasn't going to get my chores done, I realized how stupid I was being. Will someone please slap my face and bring me back to reality? How long is my son going to ask me to hold him? If I ignore this request, I am missing out on one of the greatest blessings in life: holding your child. So, I put down the unfolded laundry and swept my precious son up into my arms...he just wanted to be held. I sat for hours smelling his sweet milk breath and little boy scented hair. When he is really relaxed he will twirl the hairs on the back of my neck with his thumb and pointer finger.

Ahhhhh....HEAVEN.

In this precious moment I began to think how easy it was for me to get back into my trivial routine. God had given me the gift of being a mother and I was just going to shrug it off as if it were a chore. I was willing to continue dusting instead of stopping to hold my baby, something I had longed to do for so many years. Yet, I so quickly shrugged it off. If I was to learn a lesson through this experience, a lesson of appreciation, I am glad that the Lord chose to teach me through a child asking his mommy to "hold him". When I did finally snuggle up with my little man, I felt as though I were being held by Jesus himself. What a sweet and precious moment that will be etched in my memory forever! Never again will I take for granted the blessings the Lord has provided me no matter how small they seem.

Now, let me ask you....have you ever held a piece of Heaven? No, not something you compare to Heaven like that sinful piece of chocolate cake that's "heaven" on your tongue. Or something that feels "heavenly", like a new cashmere sweater or a delicate silk blanket. But instead, an actual piece of Heaven right here on Earth.

As I sat holding Grayson, snuggled so warm against me, I knew I was holding heaven in my arms. I can't be certain what makes him so celestial.

He is everything I would hope Heaven to be. His skin is softer than the clouds on the most magnificent spring day. His eyes as sparkling as halos that encircle the heads of angels. His coos more precious than the pearly gates St. Peter attends. The little grin that bursts across his face is brighter than any star on the clearest night. His giggle can make a person who just lost their best friend, smile. The gentle way that he just "exists" makes him unique. He's perfect.

The future holds amazing possibilities for this little man. Before we know it he will be talking, walking and bringing home frogs in his pockets. A first birthday, and then a second will come much to quickly. In the blink of an eye, he'll no longer fit so snugly in my arms....he won't be asking me to hold him....but, until then, he's my Heaven.

Grayson, Mommy will ALWAYS make time for you!