the rug in sam's room

By day, it's where block towers are built and train tracks are laid.  It's the place where books are read and Lincoln Log cabins are constructed.  It's where laughter can be heard and imagination runs free.  And, when a certain little boy {read: cat chaser} is no where to be seen, it's the favorite spot of one fluffy cat named Lucy.

But, when night arrives, it becomes something else entirely.  When night arrives, it's the place where one tired mama finds herself on her knees, praying to the Father.  It's where a mama's heart is poured out for the child of her heart.  It's the place where much needed wisdom is asked for.  It's a place of thanksgiving and praise to the One who has blessed her beyond all measure and given her the sweet boy who is sleeping so soundly that he's unaware of the conversation taking place.

"Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord; lift up your hands to Him for the lives of your children.." Lamentations 2:19