Tonight my husband and I were able to have a dinner date. We were once far more committed to making this happen regularly than we have been this Summer...so it was a fantastic treat. We enjoyed a lovely dinner accompanied by live jazz and had adult conversation for 2 1/2 hours (albeit 50% was regarding the children). We used this time to get back on the same page.
When we returned home at 9pm, our little R's raspy voice greeted us at the stairs. He wanted prayers and cuddles. As I laid down next to him in his bed I could hear an audible sigh. After a few moments he broke the silence with these words: "Mommy, I am weady for you to pway now." We said prayers and I reassured him of our precious love for him.
Across the room a little voice piped up, "Now it's my turn." I honestly thought P was sound asleep. Instead he was quietly listening, awaiting his turn. We snuggled and prayed. As I listened to his breath I remembered vividly times when I laid my head on my father's chest as a child. How I would try to slow my breathing to match his--how I wanted to be in sync with him.
Lastly, I went to K's room. She was completely asleep, and yet, I laid next to her momentarily. I wanted to hear her breathe and to whisper my love in her ears.
As I descended the stairs, feeling so full of love for the 4 people under my roof, the word synchronicity came to mind. Isn't it a basic human longing to feel connected and in sync? I thought about John 15 and what it means to abide/remain in Christ. I want to be on the same page with Him, to feel connected and for His thoughts to be my thoughts. He is my Lord, Savior and Father. I want to be in sync with Him. I want to walk in His footsteps. I want to hide His Word in my heart. I want to see the world through His eyes of compassion. I want to breathe the breath of heaven.
The only way this can happen is through quiet time basking in His presence--not always doing, sometimes just being.