When He Returned Home, He Found His Daughter And Wife In The Crib

When He Returned Home, He Found His Daughter And Wife In The Crib

This is the love story of Matt and Dyana. They have known each other since they were children; over the years, their love for each other has developed to the point where the two have come together to build a family. The culmination of their love was crowned with their little daughter Luella, who was born some time ago.

Her husband, Matt, came home and found mother and daughter lying together in the crib. He took a picture and showed it to Dayna later.

Dyana just shared on Facebook a photo that was taken by her husband and shows her sleeping next to their daughter. The accompanying story is so deeply moving that it made me shiver as I read it. Something shifted inside me as a result of it, and I hope it will do the same for you.

The picture shows Dayna comforting Luella in her crib. She wrote:

“This was from several weeks back, yes, I climbed in the crib in hopes to soothe my screaming, teething, blushed faced, and tear soaked little girl. My husband came home to this, and I am re-posting because this captures the essence of my heart, and my “why…” There I was in the heat of this exhausting, beautiful thing we call parenthood, and I remembered a promise I made to her.

One of the first times Matt and I left Luella, was to a worship concert. At that conference, a missionary shared his story, and it shook me to the core. A moment that would forever be burned in my fragile, hormone raging, new mommy heart that had already become 100xs more fragile after meeting her.

That missionary was in an orphanage in Uganda, and he has been in many before, but this one was different. He walked into a nursery with over 100 filled cribs with babes. He listened in amazement and wonder as the only sound he could hear was silence. A sound that is beyond rare in ANY nursery, let alone a nursery where over 100 new babes laid. He turned to his host and asked her why the nursery was silent. Then, her response to him is something I will never, ever forget. EVER. This was my “why” moment.

She looked at him and said, “After about a week of them being here, and crying out for countless hours, they eventually stop when they realize no one is coming for them…”

…They stop crying when they realize no one is coming for them. Not in 10 minutes, not in 4 hours, and maybe, perhaps, not ever…

Young mom curled up in crib, sleeping with baby – Quote image – They stop crying when they realize no one is coming for them.

Broke.

I broke. I literally could have picked up pieces of my heart scattered about the auditorium floor, but instead, it stirred in me a longing, a hunger…a promise in my spirit.

We came home, and that night as Luella rested her tiny little 10lb body against mine as we rocked, I made a promise to her. A promise that I would always come to her.

Always.

At 2:00 am when pitiful desperate squeals come through a baby monitor, I will come to her.

Her first hurt, her first heartbreak, we will come to her. We will be there to hold her, to let her feel, to make decisions on her own, and we will be there. We will show her through our tears and frustrations at times, that it is okay to cry, and it’s ok to feel. That we will always be a safe place, and we will always come to her.”

Share Diana’s tale with your friends if it makes your heart race.

 

 

 

 

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