Scary Dreams and God the Comforter
Last night I woke up in a fog to a silent house. What woke me up? Then I heard my daughter Anna’s tearful scream from the next room. “Daddy!” she yelled. There is a difference between that annoying yell when we are trying to watch a movie and the girls need to go to bed and the terror filled cry in the middle of the night. I would be afraid for a person who gets in between me and my girls when I am rushing in to see what is wrong with them. I am fueled by pure adrenaline when I run to help my girls.
I immediately jumped out of bed, threw on my shorts and rushed into my girls’ room to see what was bothering Anna. There she was tears streaming down her cheeks and sweat covering her forehead as she was huddling under her blankets. I snuggled next to Anna and held her tight as her crying stopped and her heart beat slowed. She had just woken up from a scary dream about the caverns we had seen earlier in the day.
Being a father has opened my eyes to how God the Father must view us as his children. As I laid there with Anna, I thought of how God must feel when we are in pain and crying out for help. Does the God of the universe rush to us when we are crying out in fear and pain? Does his heart break when he sees us struggling and living in fear?
There are definitely times in my life where I feel like I am an annoyance to God. Like he has better things to do than to listen to my selfish requests. But last night as I lay there wrapping my arms around my daughter, I knew that God is there with us in our fear and unbelief. Like a father rushing to the aid of his child, God is present in our trials and moments of need. He doesn’t let us suffer alone.