When I was a little girl I would sometimes wake up in the middle of night, scared. With everyone in the house asleep, I would sneak into my parents room and tiptoe to my mom's side of the bed. With a gentle tapping on her arm, she would wake up and see my eyes peering over the edge of the bed. "Mommy, can I please lay with you...I'm scared." She would then lift the corner of her blanket, I would crawl in, and she would wrap her arm around me and hold me tight until I fell back asleep.
This is the picture I get when I am praying. When I come to talk with Jesus. When my heart is so full of fear or anxiety. Without a word from me, He knows what I am feeling and He lifts the blanket for me to crawl in and covers me with His arm...protects me...comforts me...hides me from what I am running from. Its the most peaceful place. Sometimes, I feel like I am there all the time, constantly running from something...but its in that place, in that time of "God, hide me in you" that He gently comforts me and restores my hope that He is in control.
