|Safe in my mom’s arms–just how I liked it!|
As a little girl, I often found myself gripped with fear when nighttime rolled around. There’s something about the darkness and quiet of night that allowed my mind to wander, becoming full of irrational fears. I’ve mentioned this before, but for a long time, I thought there were homeless people living in my attic and always worried they would come down and snatch me into their fold, taking me away from my family.
Many nights, I would lie awake and toss and turn, hoping to fall back to sleep. But on the nights when my fears could not be quieted, I would run down the hall into a haven of peace and reassurance: my parents’ room! When I was with them, I knew everything would be okay. In their room, I was safe and protected.
I’m sure they would be pleased to hear that now, but at the time, I’m not so sure they enjoyed being my safe place in the middle of the night. With five kids, their room was a revolving door of children. When thunderstorms hit, you had to act fast, or there would be no room for you in the inn. Many times, I would run to their room, only to discover my sister Cally had beat me there and was already safely nestled in between my parents, forcing me to sleep at the foot of the bed. But at the foot, in the windowsill, or even on the floor, no matter where I was sleeping, when I was in the confines of their room, I had the assurance that I was safe.
Similarly, this morning, I was reading My Utmost for His Highest and he said, “The only way to remove the fear from our lives is to listen to God’s assurance to us…when it seems that there is nothing and no one to help you, say to yourself, “But ‘The Lord is my helper,’ this very moment, even in my present circumstances.”
Day and night, God is the assurance we need when we’re tempted to give into our fears–no matter how rational or irrational those fears may be.
Rest in the assurance of His word and trust Him when he says, “Don’t be afraid.”