My 7yr old son has high anxiety. It is one of the most heartbreaking things in the world. It just kills this mama’s heart to see how it is affecting his life.
One of the things I learned is linked to his anxiety is his “bad dreams”. I don’t mean every once in a while I mean at least once a night he is at my bed telling me he had a bad dream. It is not uncommon for him to come to me multiple times a night. It is actually uncommon for him to sleep through the night.
I really had not thought much about this. I just thought it would be something he would be something outgrow. But, it’s not I’ve learned that “bad dreams” are connected with anxiety. Once this was pointed out I realized just how long he has been doing this.
Needless to say, I felt like a horrible mom for not knowing this. And not trying to help him sooner.
I will get up and go to his bed with him. As I lay down with him and he rests in my arms I feel his little body relax. Complete trust, he knows that I am there with him and this brings him peace, peace enough to sleep.
One Saturday morning I got up, Jonathan had crawled into our bed that night, I looked and there he was peacefully sleeping in his father’s arms.
He had a rough night up multiple times. I had been too tired to take him back to his bed the last time and just laid him next to me. In the comfort of being in his father’s arms he didn’t wake up again, he was able to rest.
It wasn’t lost on me that Jonathan was resting in his father’s arm and that we call God our Father.
This sweet boy of mine has so much to teach me. Before bedtime, we pray with our kids. As Jonathan prays he will ask for Jesus to give him good dreams. Or when he gets up in the middle of the night he asks “mom, pray that Jesus will give me good dreams”. This is the faith of a child, he believes that God is big enough to do anything and close enough to care.
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t believe in God. God was always big and powerful. He could do anything! However, I didn’t think of God as close enough to care about me and my life. Who am I that He should pay attention or care if my heart was breaking? No, I didn’t think of God as close until I was an adult.
It amazes me that my 7-year-old son knows this already.
John writes; See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God – 1 John 1:3.
Oh, Father give me the faith of a child that see in my son. Let me come to you and rest in your arms. When I chose to trust and come to you there is peace, your peace that will let me rest. Let me Trust like a child that there is nothing to fear because you are holding me. As I choose to trust you in the good days and in the hard days. The days that can bring such fear I still choose to trust and your peace comes and meets me in the middle of it all. Thank you for being my loving Father
This is the faith of a child; he believes that God is big enough to do anything and close enough to care.