My Moment

There is this moment I have in the mornings, usually before my alarm goes off, where I feel the peaceful presence of God.  It doesn't happen every morning, and until now I haven't found a good explanation for what it was I felt.  It's like all time stands peacefully still and I know exactly where I belong in the world.  The best way I can describe it is the feeling a child gets when they are protected and know that their parent is close by watching over them.  So I decided to write a quick paragraph because it got my creative juices flowing:

Her ears, attuned to the smallest of sounds, faintly picked up muffled whimpering from the far end of the darkened hallway.  Making her way noiselessly to the closed door she slowly let her eyes adjust to the dimness that surrounded her.  With the slightest creek of the door, she gently pushed it open just enough to peek through the crack at her slumbering offspring.  The small form in the narrow bed was tossing and turning, violently fighting off awareness, barely clinging to the last strands of unconsciousness that kept him tied to the sweetest of dream worlds.  A small smile played across her lips as she watched and wondered what dream her baby so fiercely clung to.  With practiced stealth she quietly padded across the room to stroke back a lock of hair and kiss the sweat dampened forehead.  The child, feeling his mother's protective and loving presence fill the room, was engulfed in the peacefulness of belonging and relaxed blissfully back into the sweet oblivion of sleep.