Afraid

My littlest one, my Rhysie-Bear, this imaginative 3 yr. old nearly every night, says he’s afraid of monsters.  And every night we tell him he doesn’t have to be because God is always with him, no matter what.  I say the same thing to the little Ranzo-Panzo, the curious 7 yr. old who understands the reality that a big wind could actually come and blow our little house down.  “Even then?” he asks.  “Yep,” I say.  “Even then we don’t have to be afraid because God is with us.  There isn’t anything anyone is this world can take from us that can separate us from the love of Christ.”  “Oh,” he says.  Not entirely impressed with my theology lesson.

Well, lah, dee, dah.  Sounds good coming from an older, protective, loving Mama.  But what about me?  Do I believe my older, protective, loving Father?  Do I eat his words or believe them?  Do I own these words I so easily dole out to these two little munchkins?

Honestly?  Yeah.  About 15% of the time.  The other 6 days of the week I’m talking myself off the ledge, self-soothing with ravenous amounts of both chocolate doughnuts and self-talk something along the lines of “don’t be afraid your husband will skid off the road, die and leave you alone & lonely to do the kids bedtime routine night-after-night-after night.” And on and on…

Because that could actually happen.  And even then.  Even then nothing can separate me from the love of Christ.  Just, ya know, remind me and all.

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I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker’s 5 Minute Friday on the theme: Afraid.  You should too!