As I rocked my newborn son, I softly sang his name and stroked his cheek. “Luuuucas…I love you, sweet boy.” His dark, round eyes searched my face, content but unseeing. It struck me that while he was captivated by my voice, he didn’t understand my words. He felt comforted by my presence, yet he didn’t know my name. He couldn’t fathom my hopes for him or grasp why sometimes I held him close, and other times, I laid him down.  Holding him, I realized, That’s how we are with You, isn’t ... VIEW POST