Last night I awoke in a foggy blur to a little voice calling my name. At my side was Bethel, saying, “I was afraid you were not back yet.” I assured her that we had gotten back from our date soon after they were asleep, gave her a hug and kiss, and then asked her if she could go back to sleep. She nodded and started to leave.
Then she turned around and said intensely, “What can I think about?”
Joy! Even in the fogginess, I was tickled that she understood she was still feeling fearful and the solution was to think differently. I reminded her that Daddy had the day off, and she went to bed happy.
Then I was awake, and troubled. I spent some time worrying about what the future might hold, until I remembered my little one asking me “What can I think about?” As I began to consider what Christ has done in my life, and how he paid the price for my salvation, there was no more room for worry. God in his grace gave me good sleep.
Except the LORD build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the LORD keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep. Psalm 127:1-2