Reminder: Someone’s Got You
Three days ago, my son and I were in our living room. He was sitting on the floor playing with his new little truck, while I was cuddled up in a blanket, watching a Christmas-themed Rom Com—because already the weather outside is frightful...in November, and it’s expected of me to spend my Saturdays watching these delightful Christmas movies.
Suddenly, a bug appeared! I won’t describe this thing to you but imagine your two least favorite bugs met on bug-tinder and had a baby. Yeah. shivers.
And it was coming for my baby.
You all know I can be dramatic sometimes. Well, this was sometimes.
I flew off the couch, the dark blanket airborne and in one swoop, I carried Asher, lifted our sofa(because the silly vermin renavigated there) and somehow I grew a third arm to vanquish this creepy-crawly foe.
I was not playing.
I personally was fascinated by my valor and speed. If I was by myself, I’d have screamed, jumped on our dining table and called Ed on the phone to cry about it. Well... insert superhero theme song... there’s a baby now and, and I have a cape and whatnot, now I lift sofas and fly to the rescue.
It made me think about how God would completely storm a situation to protect His kids—us, break up the sky, throw the furniture out-the-window to rescue us and keep us safe from harm, He’d throw himself on the line for us, choose to get whipped in our place, He’d die first before He sees us harmed…guess He did that already, huh?
Aren’t you just glad you have a dad who would loves and protects with all of Himself?
How are you?