I know it seems that most of my postings revolve around the comings and goings of my son, but for good reason he is quite often my inspiration.
Last night (here we go again) as we were doing the bedtime routine, Sharla left the room soon after the prayers. It was my turn in the floor beside the bed awaiting the peaceful sound of his slumber. We sang a song and I told a story and all started to settle down.
The room was bathed in a warm red glow compliments of 'Lightning McQueen" and the soft drone of the humidifier beckoned the arrival of the 'sandman'.
I became lost in my own little world. My feeble mind was overrun with a play-by-play of the unpleasant events of the day. Carson had spent the better part of his school day in 'time-out".My finances(or mostly the lack thereof) weighed heavily upon me. My thoughts were consumed with how to provide for and protect my family. I was overwhelmed.
Then I felt a soft touch on my arm and heard the sweet words "Everything is gonna be OK Daddy, I'm right here."
Tears welled up in my eyes immediately. How could he have known what I was feeling? How did he know how much I was hurting? How did he know those words would touch me?
There were no more sounds. Just gentle breathing.
I left the room, still teary eyed, and shared with Sharla those comforting words.
I can only assume that his prayers had been answered and he was sharing with me the faith he has in me to be a father and husband.
It had to be his prayer, because in my selfish attempt to 'take care of it myself' I had neglected to ask for God's help. I know I'm not alone on this as many of us believe that we we can handle the 'small' problems. The problem is; all the 'small' ones add up and eventually become one 'BIG' problem.
I know Carson prays for me every night, and I hope he always will.