"Dear Lord, Thanks for us... and here's our names: Meghan, Molly, Emily and Oliver and Mommy and Daddy."
It's simple and it's sweet but I know that I should tell him that God already knows his name. I should probably let this precious boy know that his name is actually written on God's hand and that He knows how many hairs are on my son's head. But he snuggles under the sheets and he closes his eyes. He's my child who is asleep in a minute after the light is out. And so I kiss his soft forehead and remind myself to teach him tomorrow that our great God is thinking about a little boy, all cuddled up in bed, toy cars lined up along his room, Finnegan (his stuffed dog) tucked tightly between his arms, with his Mommy beside him (Psalm 139:17).
I slip into the living room and ponder such profound thoughts.
Perhaps the Lord wanted me to remember these promises tonight.