I've been "meaning" to blog for a week now. Between my in-laws being in town, entertaining, and traveling from Dan to Beersheba, I've just lost track! But in the midst of business, something amazing happened. I fell in love all over again with my baby girl.
It was last Monday night. Texas storms were hitting. Lightning. Thunder. I found out quickly that Carrigan doesn't take too well to Spring Thunderstorms. She let us know on more than one occasion she wasn't happy about it at all. She couldn't put it into complete sentences...soooooooooooo, she decided to enunciate with weeping and gnashing of teeth. At 3 a.m.
I was already laying on an air mattress. My out-laws (with much affection) were in my pillow-top queen mattress. It was storming. Echo was snoring. No she wasn't. That was a lie. Forgive me Lord. But what DID happen was Carrigan vocalizing her displeasure and knowing that I had to get up for a long day of meetings at the church. Usually Echo hears her first, gets up, and saves me. She was stricken with deafness though Carrigan was only a wall away. Up I got. Not happy. Sleepy. Dreams interrupted.
I walked into her room, picked her up and took her to the living room so she wouldn't wake Echo. We took our respective place on the couch which was not a great idea for it has full view of our back door and large windows. BOOM! FLASH! Pelting rain. Unhappy kid. 30 minutes go by of her uneasiness.
What she did next amazed me. She went from my chest and found a Pillow-top queen mattress on my belly. How comfy it must be. Carrigan then proceeded to take my hand and put it on her face so she wouldn't see the commotion going on outside. Within 5 minutes she was out! She had found comfort knowing Dad's hand was there to shield her. This weird feeling of love swept over me as I realized how much faith she had in her old man. My crankiness turned to knowing I'm the luckiest man alive.
Though I had no power to prevent the storm, my child had rest knowing Dad was there. How much more should I have comfort knowing that my Abba can stop storms? But when He allows the torrential downpour to continue, I have again found it refreshing to know I can lay in the bosom of my Dad, take His hand, and find rest. I'm know Christ feels the same about me. I just have to have faith in my old man.
Awaiting my next opportunity to comfort my girl,
jEFF m
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