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Drowning Out The Storm

We had some stormy nights several weeks back. One of those nights, my son woke up scared and crawled in bed with us. We don’t normally allow him to sleep in our bed, so I was tempted to have my husband carry him back to his room. I didn’t want to start a bad habit. But, the thunder was really loud and he was scared, so I allowed it. He fell right back to sleep once he was snuggled up with us.

Just the other day, he started to tell me the story of that night (this kid’s memory!!). He said, “Boom! Crash! The thunder was really loud! I was scared! So, I just crawled in bed with you and you went like this (put my arms around him and rested my head on his) and then, I couldn’t hear the storm anymore. 🤷‍♂️

I wasn’t scared anymore because I was with you.”

Gah!!!! 😭

You guys, it melted my heart and made me so glad I gave in just that one time. But, more than that, it got me thinking. Who calms my storm? Who do I run to when I get scared? Is my first instinct to run to Jesus and let His love drown out the storm around me? Or do I panic, try to act brave, or handle it myself? How often do I let the storms keep me up at night?

I’ve got to learn to run to Him first. He wants to calm our storms. He wants to carry our burdens and He wants us to cast our cares on Him.

“In peace I will lie down and sleep, for you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety.” -Psalm 4:8

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