Last night my four year-old son came in our room crying because he’d had a bad dream. We let him crawl into bed between us and I started running my fingers through his head and over his face to calm him down and help him fall back asleep. A very short time later I noticed that he was, in fact, asleep. I was astonished at how quickly he fell asleep. After all, he’d just had a nightmare that caused him to come in our room and crawl in bed with us, crying. When I have nightmares like that, I’m afraid to go back to sleep for fear the dream will continue. But here was my sweet little boy, already asleep, because he knew he was safe because his Mommy and Daddy were there and would protect him. As soon as I thought this, I realized that I also have a Father who protects me, cuddles me, loves me. Psalms 56:3 states “But when I am afraid, I will put my trust in You.” So why should I fear? If my four year-old son has the faith in me to protect him and keep him safe, why shouldn’t I trust an all-powerful, all-knowing God? This shouldn’t just extend to my own nightmares. This should extend to my life. I am by nature, a worrywart, much to my husband’s chagrin. Why should I worry? God has got this, whatever “this” may be. I need to learn a lesson from my children and put my full trust and sense of peace in my Father who loves me.
By the way, my seven year-old daughter joined us—also after a nightmare—roughly two hours later. She, too, fell asleep shortly after snuggling with me.
Romans 8:31 – “What, then, shall we say in response to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?”
