It was one of those morning were I found myself feeling really tired. I woke up early to send my little daughter to school and I stayed at home with my older son Jonathan who was sick. Dad gave him breakfast while I went back to bed, to sleep a little longer.
After an hour I woke up again and there were no lights turn on in the house. It was quiet and the rooms looked kind of dark with the grey sky of a Germany in winter. I went to find my son and I found him happily playing. I asked him:
“Are you alone?, Nobody is home?. He thought for a moment and then he answer:
“Dad is not home, Sophia is not home, Aunty Carrie is not home….. But I am with you.” I suddenly felt so guilty, he was with me and I was sleeping!. Then I hugged him and said:
“Let’s bake some cookies togather!”
Later I stopped to think about this incident and I realized that is the same way with God, with the difference he never sleeps. (He who watches over you will not slumber….or sleep Psalm 121:3-4) My son was not with me in my room, he was somewhere else in the house, he could not see me, or hear me, but he was not scare or felt alone because he knew mom was at home with him. His trust was absolute, and he had no doubts.
Sometimes I wish I had the trust of a child towards his parents with my God. To always remember that although I do not see Him or see Him he is always there… with me.
“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.” Isaiah 41:10
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