My 3 year old just woke up from a bad dream completely freaked out. Instead of coming to our room she made a beeline straight to her sister’s room and when I walked in was frantically trying to wake up her sister for help. Her sister refused to budge. It made me think of all the times I’ve been scared or confused and tried so many other things before I ran to God – the One who could actually help me – for help.
Thank You for always being available to me and willing to run to my side when I’m afraid and don’t know what to do. Thank You for always being there when I needed You.