After they seemed to all be sleeping...I would just stay in the hallway waiting for their dad to get home from his second shift work at an aircraft plant in Wichita, Kansas. Most times I was praying,or just thanking God for the quiet. Thanking Him for the mysterious way a child's mind thinks and asks questions. Questions that made me go to my Father and ask some questions of my own. It gave me a chance to draw nearer to God. A chance to remember as these peaceful little ones slept...they were a blessing from God and not just an endless list of chores or a to do list, a carpool or a sporting event to attend, a skinned knee that needed a bandaid or a broken heart that needed a hug. They are a gift. We don't spend enough time cherishing our gifts.
Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.
Isaiah 54:13 All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children.
Colossians 3:21 Fathers, do not provoke your children, lest they become discouraged.
2 Timothy 3:16-17 All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, that the man of Godmay be competent, equipped for every good work.