a clear memory of my childhood came to my mind. hearing the loud thunder i ran upstairs to my parents bed. i slowly climbed into bed with my mom and dad. they held me while the storm passed. the thunder and lightning were no longer monsters pounding on my window. for that moment i wanted to go run into my parents room. pretend i was 6 again. crawl into their arms and know that nothing in this world would hurt me.
but instead i turned to my sweet sleeping husband. cuddled up as close to him as i could get. he put his arms around me. and i knew. nothing will ever hurt me. i am safe. in his arms.
i said a silent prayer and thanked my heavenly father for this sweet man that holds my heart. i closed my eyes and fell back asleep listening to the pouring rain outside our window.