I couldn’t sleep.
Somewhere, sometime that night the baby began to have nightmares.
She’d cry out in the silence.
She was so restless.
Thrashing.
We’d pet her hair.
We’d call out a gentle word of assurance.
Sometimes she’d quiet down.
Time would pass and then another incident.
So I just scooped her up.
She called for her baby and her sippy cup.
Security.
The friends came too.
She snuggled down into her spot.
Right there in the middle of us.
Her little head pressing into my shoulder.
Her body calm.
Throughout the night it continued.
Every time I’d roll over.
Her little head.
Pressing in closer.
We’re packing again.
Her world is confusing right now.
Uncertain.
But she just kept pressing into me.
Grounding herself in my security.
During the restless nights of change.
When it hurts and I miss my people.
When I can’t possibly comprehend the task laid before us.
When I find my world flipping again.
Right there in the middle.
God, help me to press into Jesus.
Grounding myself in His security.
For there I find my place.
There I find my calm.
Pressing in closer.
Please, Jesus.
Help me press in closer.
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