Other than that, he just wanted me to hold him. His beautiful brown eyes had lost their mischievous sparkle and his bright smile was replaced with a forlorn look.
I held him and rocked him per his request and he fell fast asleep in my arms for two hours.
During that time, I prayed hard for his heart. When he first returned here, it took him a while to get his spunk back and now I was concerned about how long it would take him this time. He understands what is happening and it is breaking his spirit. I am praying hard that God would renew and refresh his spirit quickly, but still feel deep sadness that Little D. has had to experience this type of significant loss over and over and over again in his short three years of life.
God also brought to my mind our beginning. The first night Little D. spent with our family. I immediately felt the significance of today...holding Little D. in my arms...our end was a mirror of our beginning. Here is a link to a post from that first night:
In Your Arms
Lee was amazing today. He took off from work so we could spend our last morning together as a family. As I held our sweet, sleeping boy, Lee played worship song after worship song on his guitar. What a blessing that was to me.
Little D. saw his very own Bible packed in his huge suitcase as we were preparing to go and wanted to hold it and read it. Lee read him a Bible story.
Before we left for his first overnight, Little D. confided in Lee, "I don't want to go because I want to stay in this house."
We are lifting our sweet boy up in prayer....praying that he would feel HELD in the arms of him who will never ever leave him and will protect him always.
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