Edson got out of bed at 6:20am. It was raining really hard and the usual thunder and lightning as well. I said, "go back to bed. there's nothing to be scared of. you NEED to go back to sleep."
My words were just NOT comforting to him. "No, come with me" he insisted.
I was...kind of...busy...you know, looking for a certain recipe on the internet...
But...I got up and took him to my bed to cuddle with him.
We watched, together, the "blue and purple explosions" of lightning and hugged each other even more when we heard the thunder. He was safe and satisfied. Somebody big was protecting him from this scary storm.
While I was waiting for him to fall back asleep, I started thanking God for hugging me, protecting me and keeping ME safe and satisfied througout all my life's storms. How many times have I gone to God begging for His presence to stay with me and comfort me.
He's NEVER too busy to hear me call. He's NEVER too ocuppied.
Edson teaches me so much about God's love and grace.

















