We recently went camping for Joelle's birthday, and I was reminded of something I learned a few years ago when the twins were little. I learned that when it's dark and scary and things are new and different, to remember "Jesus here" and relax into the reality of the God who loves me and is near me.
So, if you're going through a dark, scary time, here's some encouragement:
Mommy's Here
Darkness
closed in around our camper just as the crickets began to sing. It was going to
be a long night. I knew it because there
was no familiar crib, no Curious George toy, no door I could close to shut my
two-year-old daughter off from the strange and scary noises of the night.
I
zipped up Jayna’s jammies and kissed her forehead. Then, I set her on the bed in the pop-up
camper and pointed to a spot beside the canvas wall. “Night night time, Jayna. Lay down.”
Her
brow wrinkled. Her lip trembled. “Nigh Nigh?”
“It’s
okay. Lay down.” I pointed again. “Close eyes.”
She
looked down at the spot. Her eyes stayed
opened. Too wide.
I
cringed. “No cry. Go night night.” I patted the bed.
She
sniffed and scowled some more. Then, she
rubbed her nose and pranced in a circle around the bed, her head barely
skimming the canvas above.
“No,
no, no!” I snatched her up and plunked
her down on the thin mattress. “Night
night.”
I
bit my lip. I knew this wasn’t going to
work. Jayna was used to her own room,
her own crib, her own little Winnie the Pooh bumper to keep her head from
hitting the crib’s slats. This wide
camper bed, with plain sheets, wobbly sides, and a big pillow was nothing like
where she slept every night. It was
strange, different. Weird. I sighed.
“Okay, just wait a minute.”
I
put on my pajamas and quickly brushed my teeth.
Then, I crawled into the bed beside her and pulled up the covers.
I
patted the bed beside me. “Night
night. Lay down by Mommy.”
She
plopped down and rolled on her side, her big eyes fastened on my face.
I
blinked as a swath of moonlight trickled in to illuminate Jayna’s face.
She
smiled at me.
I
smiled back.
She
inched closer. Then, she sat up and
patted my shoulder. “Mama hee-a.” The words came out as an awed whisper.
“Yes,
Mommy’s here.”
She
laid back down and snuggled up next to me.
Then she began to laugh. “Mama
here. Mama here. Mama here,” she said between giggles. She turned to face me. A huge grin lit her face. She touched my cheek. “Mama.
Here.”
I
laughed with her as I held out my arms and gathered her close.
She
closed her eyes, the smile still evident on her little face. She was happy, thrilled, comfortable, secure. Despite the darkness, despite the
strangeness, despite the weird sound of a hundred crickets chirping outside in
the night. None of that matter, because
Mommy was here. The joy of Mommy’s
presence drove all the fear away.
As
I laid there in the moonlight, with Jayna snoring softly next to me, I marveled
that for her “Mama here” was enough. And
if that was so, shouldn’t “Jesus here” be enough for me as well?
When
I enter the dark places in my life, times laced with uncertainty, scattered
with strange and unfamiliar sounds, why should I fear? Jesus is with me. He said in Matthew 28:20 (NIV), “And surely I am with you always, to the very end of
the age." Always. When I’m traveling alone, when I’m in a group
of strangers, when I’m trying something new, when I’m in circumstances that are
unfamiliar and difficult. He is with
me.
When worries chirp outside my camper
walls, when I can’t see beyond the end of my bed, when it looks like life is
taking a turn to places that make my brows wrinkle and my lips tremble, then
God says to me, as it says in Isaiah 41:10 (NIV), “So do not fear, for I
am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and
help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.
And
so maybe, for me too, “Jesus here” will be enough. Maybe I don’t need to fear because God is
with me, wherever I go, wherever I lay down to rest. Maybe I, too, can just snuggle in and have a
little giggle.
7 comments:
As always, Marlo, your writing is lovely and comforting as you encourage us to lean into Jesus.
Thank you, Diane!
Beautiful...so often your writing seems to bring tears to my eyes, Marlo. Maybe this is one reason why Jesus said we should be like little children, right?
I love how God reveals Himself in our every day moments. That child nestled to our chest secure that whatever happens we will protect them is just a beautiful picture of how much we should trust His almighty arms to protect and defend us. Thanks for sharing Marlo.
Thanks so much, Kiersti & Jessica. I love finding God-things in everyday life, especially with my kids. :-)
Oh, I love this! It's something I often have to remind myself and even convince myself of, that Jesus is here with me so I'll be okay. I feel safer if my husband is home, but really, he can't protect me like Jesus can! :)
Great point, Sarah! Thank you.
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