Sarah and I just bought one of those baby monitors with the night vision camera on it. It's an incredible amount of fun. We can hook it up to the TV in another room and watch to see if Daniel is awake, or falling asleep, or fidgety, or standing up shaking the crib. One time as he was falling asleep, he lost his little stuffed monkey, it was so sad to see him grope around in the dark for his misplaced security. Of course, the darkness shines like the day to us, thanks to the infrared camera. We cheered him on as he searched for his monkey, "to the left! Oh no, back to the right..." We threw our hands in the air as if we witnessed a game winning touchdown when he finally landed his tiny little hand on the prize! It's great TV watching your own child, even if the writers Weren't on strike!
As Sarah laid him in bed tonight, I kissed him goodnight and hurried to the room to watch him. I watched him lay on his back, cuddling and patting his stuffed monkey and bear, while his eyes searched in vain around a pitch black room, occasionally staring in the camera, directly at me. I told him, "I'm watching over you tonight, my little boy. Daddy's going to take care of you. Sleep." Of course, he couldn't hear me. He is in his own little world, but his Daddy's watching over him. And he's in good hands.
Point being: Jesus said that we who were evil know how to give gift to our children...how much more will our Father, who is perfect? If I (who am evil) know how to watch over my child, how much more will God?