One night as I stood along side my infants crib admiring the delicate softness of his skin, his fine hair glimmering in the light as it trickled in from the hallway, I thought of our heavenly Father. Knowing He must have peered down from heaven at His own Son. Supposing He never cradled Him in His arms, I wondered what it must have been like knowing one day this tiny infant would die a horrible and agonizing death because of and for our sins. My small mind cannot fathom that kind of strength, courage, and love.