Monday, October 03, 2005
So Megan started crying this morning at like five am. Shortly thereafter Ben came crawling into the bed beside me. We lay there for awhile in the dark, listening to the sound of the cars splashing through the puddles on the road.
"Mommy do you hear Megan crying?"
"Mmhhhmmm." I didn't want to get up yet. It's cruel to demand your body to get out of bed while it's still dark outside.
"Mommy, can I go see her and we can pray for no scary dreams."
"Do you think she had a scary dream?"
"Yeah, and we should go see her and pray wif her. Cuz then she won't be scared anymore."
"Because Jesus is always with us and we don't need to be afraid right?"
If there's one thing I want my children to learn in this life. It's to cry out to God when they endure struggles or face fears or endure pain. And not even just then. But, to wake up every morning and call out to the one who created them. In thanks and praise for a new day.