I love my rocking chair!! At the end of very long day....nothing beats it. Reading, thinking, praying...
When I was little Grandpa brought my mom a rocking chair. It was one that would squeak with each rock and if you were not careful-would squish your toes. Many times at night I would go to sleep to the rhythm of that chair as she rocked a baby. And... since she had lots of babies- it was a constant comforting sound.
My life was changed as I rocked my own babies those countless hours in the middle of the night. Feeding, holding, playing and talking with my boys is my most cherished memories. Exhausted, frustrated, and hanging from the end of my rope & praying for sleep. And yet God really changed my heart in that rocking chair with a baby in my arms.
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