like newborn babies.

There she was.
A precious miracle swaddled in my arms. Her skin was perfectly soft, her face perfectly round. Back and forth, back and forth, I rocked her, trying to get her to close her eyes. Nothing seemed to work. They stayed wide open, staring at me.

Then a fuss. Then a squirm.

Just ten minutes prior I had been feeding her a bottle. Now she was telling me of her continued hunger.

As I sealed the bottle around her lips a phrase came to mind:

"Like newborn babies..."

Yes.

Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good.
2 Peter 2: 2-3