Three years ago today, we brought our sweet baby boy home from the hospital. I remember the details of that day so vividly. We didn't get discharged until the afternoon and I remember those hours at the hospital seemed like they would NEVER pass. Peter slept the whole way home and for several hours after. He also slept through the night for the first time that night.
That last week in the hospital, I had become convinced that Peter couldn't eat well because he couldn't sleep well. Sleep doesn't come easily in the hospital. Between vitals checks every few hours and administering medicine, poor Peter was messed with about every hour or two all throughout the day and night. With a God-given mother's intuition, I knew it was time to bring him home where he could relax and sleep, and then his eating would pick up. I was right. Tom and I felt like we could almost actually see Peter relax and he ate better than he ever had at the hospital with his first bottle at home. I don't know if it's possible for a three-month old that had spent the previous six weeks in the hospital, but Tom and I both felt like he remembered home.
What an analogy that is for us. No matter what we face or for how long, here in this sin-sick world, those of us in Christ Jesus will remember "home." The place where we can finally have rest.
Praise be to God for what He has done!
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