In the news lately, there have been so many unfortunate reports about crimes against children. Last night as I lay awake thinking thinking about these children, their families, and really the depravity of all humanity, I decided that I needed some comfort by being with the two of you. At 1:30 am, I left my bed (and a snoring Daddy), and I bunked with you guys in your room. I checked to see if you were sleeping safely and soundly, I snuggled, and I kissed your cheeks, and then I zonked out in Kent's bottom bunk.
At 6:15 this morning Kent, you rolled over and noticed me in your sleeping space, and said, "Mommy! What are you doing in my bed? He heee".
"Sometimes Moms have bad dreams too, and they like to be by their kids."
That seemed a good enough answer to you. You rolled back over and slept soundly until 7.
Boys, I pray for God's divine protection for your lives. I pray for His angels to take charge over you. I pray for Him to be with you at all times, since I cannot be.
Jesus, be a shelter and fortress for Parker and Kent. Be the hen that hides them under the shadow of your wings. Protect them from evil thoughts, attitudes, and people. Amen.