In the middle of the night, my child’s cry reaches my sound-asleep body, rousing me from my stupor. Despite my sluggish mind, my body jumps out of bed at warp-speed, carelessly slamming into the footboard of our giant sleigh bed. (Wanting it to always feel like Christmas by sleeping in a giant sleigh bed has its downfalls).
It’s pitch black in the hall. I rub my eyes to rid them of remnants of sleep, only to find myself banging into a doorframe. Heedless of my injury, I burst into my child’s room and rush to her side. My shins bump into her bed and I spiral downward, blindly landing on my crying child’s lap (I’m a klutz, in case you didn’t know).
She’s not even fully awake. Which is fair, seeing as neither am I. But I still fumble around the bed until I find her sweet, baby-smelling hair and nuzzle that little munchkin to my chest. I close my eyes and gently rock her until she’s calm again. Rubbing her back, I lull her asleep, until I myself am almost asleep too. A pint-sized toddler’s bed never seemed so perfect.
Why am I rambling about this ridiculous story?
Because often we find ourselves in the dark. In need. Scared. Unsure of what to do.
But instead of our earthly parents, we cry out to God for help. For guidance. For healing. For hope. For comfort.
And just like me, though, not stumbling through the dark, He comes running. Running to us because we are His children and He cares more about us than anything else in the world.
He is our guide, our protector, our provider, and our comforter.
Nothing is too big for Him.
My prayer for you today is if you ever find yourself scared, confused, or lost. Call out to Him, better yet, RUN into His arms. Nothing would make Him happier than to cradle and comfort you. Let Him take care of your needs.
