My Ensemble Includes a Suit of Armor
This is week 3 in Lisa Bergren’s Busy Mom’s Devotional. She is discussing how we must always be vigilant, never cease praying, and have eyes in the back of our head.
Which comes in awfully handy when trying to figure out which one of your offspring placed a full open can of soda back in the box in the pantry. Upside down.
And the “never cease with the praying” is helpful to keep you from sending that particular child off to the military academy. With his Blues Clues blanket and a case of diapers.
The Bible passage for the week is one that I love, about putting on the full armor of God. To read Ephesians 6: 10-18, go here.
Recently, Emme began sleep walking. Which adds a whole new dimension of excitement to our already action-packed nights. She is fearful of sleeping. Fearful of dreaming. (And yes, we severely limit her television viewing, so nothing of a scary nature is permitted.)
Well. Except for Barney. Even he scares me.
One particular night, recently, she woke us all up after a particularly frightening dream. This was one that she just couldn’t shake, even the next day.
Fiddledaddy knew just what to do. He gave her a pep talk about just how BIG Jesus is, and how we can call on Him, any time of the day or night to protect us.
“Jesus is WAY bigger than any old scary dream. In fact, Jesus can kick that scary dream’s BUTT.”
“Butt” was for emphasis. No one is allowed to use the word “butt” in our house. But, he really wanted to shake her up, and get her to laugh herself out of her fear.
And it worked.
And, interestingly, all tiny ears in the house stopped what they were doing and appeared from various corners. Prompting me to put an abrupt end to the conversation. No ifs, ands, or BUTTS about it.
A few days later we went through the drive-thru at McDonalds (don’t judge me), and we prayed over our lunch in the car.
Because really, the time to seriously implement a meal time prayer is when you are getting ready to dive into a cholesterol laden double cheese burger. Prepared most likely by someone who isn’t as vigilant about hand washing as you are.
Fiddledaddy finished the prayer with a resounding, “In Jesus name, AMEN.”
The children all echoed “AMEN,” from their respective car seats. And then Jensen piped up in his 3 year old voice, “AND JESUS KICKS BUTT.”
Amen, little man.
I’m now busy preparing the speech I most likely will have to make to our children’s pastor the next time Jensen is in Sunday school and the blessing is said over the animal crackers and juice.
Because along with the full armor of God that I need to wear each and every day, the control top pantyhose of humility completes my outfit.