Safe

 It was bedtime but when I saw the anguish in his eyes I knew that sleep would not be coming anytime soon. All he could choke out was, “Mimi, I have phobias!” After that the storm broke and the tears flowed. For thirty minutes I held him. Rocking him back and forth I whispered, “it’s okay to cry, you’re safe.” Then there was quiet and he looked up at me with peaceful eyes.

Later that night it was my turn to acknowledge that I too had phobias. My sleep was broken when my mind became flooded by all the things I had no control over. It took awhile but finally I realized that staying in bed was pointless. I poured myself a glass of milk and picked up the book “The Attributes of God” by Arthur W. Pink and I ban to read:

“ Here then is a sure resting-place for the heart. Our lives are neither the product of blind fate, nor the result of capricious chance, but every detail of them was ordained from all eternity, and is now ordered by the living and reigning, God. Not a hair of our heads can be touched without his permission. “A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directs his steps” (Prov. 16:9) What assurance, what strength, what comfort this should give the real Christian! “My times are in Thy hand” (Psalm 31:15) “Then let me rest in the Lord and wait patiently for him”(Psalm 37:7).

I sighed deeply closed the book and went to bed. In a world filled with things over which I had no control I knew that I was safe.