I'm Scared

Last night we made one of those questionable parental decisions and let the kids watch Jaws.  Sure enough, Timmy comes in our room at 1 o'clock in the morning and simple says, "I'm scared."  I lift up the blanket and welcome him into the bed.  If he pressed up against me anymore, he would've been back in my womb.  I said nothing, just put my arms around him.  As much as I would have loved to get a good night's rest, there was nothing more important to me than making sure my son felt safe and secure.

This reminded me of how we draw closest to God when we are afraid. And when we are scared, doubtful, or worried, God wants nothing more than to be there for us. He is ours to rest on and assure us that we are safe in His arms.

Being a mom has helped me experience and understand the relationship between me and God so much clearer than any sermon, song or bible passage. I am so thankful for every wrong decision, every goal, every skinned knee, every aced test, every whispered back talk, every celebration, and every failure in my 12 years as a mom.  I know it makes me a better child knowing how much my Father loves me.