It was late at night. He called out into the middle of the night and I responded. I made my way over to his room, rubbed his head and his back and he started to lay back down. He said that he was scared, and I told him that I was there.
As I was getting ready to return to my bed, I was feeling sorry for my guy– being afraid of whatever it was. It was at this juncture that I told my whopper.
I told him that I would always be there to protect him. Now, it’s something I’m sure I’ve seen on TV and many dads have told their little ones, but you see, I knew better. I had just finished reading, for my devotions, about a Psalm talking about how even the rich die. Comforting, in a way, that death is the final equalizer but not necessarily a happy topic.
So, when he called out into the night that he was still scared, I saw the chance to make things right. This time, when I went over to him, I told him that God would always be with him. That he could talk to God about what was scaring him. I lead him in praying for being scared and then stayed with him until he went back to sleep.
The question that we have to ask ourselves– mom and dad– is, are we aware of the opportunities to point our children to Christ, or do we lie to them because it would build us up?