I’m in such a blog funk lately I seem to only find words for posts on Lily’s Lily-isms.
But I guess that’s better than nothing, right?
Tonight after we went through our typical bedtime routine, which has drastically changed since this post, I sat down in front of the TV to enjoy some HGTV alone. Brent was at the WORST imaginable restaurant with “the guys” after church tonight.
That restaurant would be the one with uncomfortably small tables, years old recycled grease, sticky menus, a bright yellow and black sign with block letters that say…well, I’m not going to put any profanity on my blog.
I’ve been there a total of three times in my entire existence. Never have I even felt comfortable drinking a glass of water, much less eat food. Last time I went I was pregnant with Lily and 3 weeks of bedrest followed my meal of greasy waffles. I made a vow to myself to never go again.
So anytime Brent has the opportunity to go without me, I give him a REALLY hard time about it, then I let him go.
Anyway, this post has nothing to do with that dining facility. Just thought I would share my feelings.
I sat down to enjoy a quiet night with HGTV and Lily began calling my name…pretty normal these days during bedtime. I poked my head into her room to see what the problem could be. She heard the trains and it scared her. We had a llllooonnnggg talk about how it is Satan’s goal to make us afraid and make our hearts not trust God’s protection. I prayed with her that she would trust God to keep her safe and go to sleep with a peaceful mind and ignore Satan’s attempts to scare her.
Everything was good. I went back downstairs. And as soon as I sat down, I heard another train. And as soon as I heard that, a little girl was beckoning me from upstairs.
“Mommy…Mommy…Mommy” you get the idea…it continued until I was in her room.
“Yes, Lily.”
“I heard the train but I didn’t get scared so I didn’t call your name. Just wanted to let you know.”
Except you did call my name, Lily, multiple times.
“Good job, Lily. See, we can trust God and He is faithful.”
“Yeah, He’s much better than Satan.”
And now she is sleeping soundly :). I love it when God makes Himself known in her little life. Thankful that He cares to show his protection and faithfulness over the sound of a choo-choo train to a 3 year old.
A Merry Heart 