We have been out all evening; and when we pull into the drive, bedtime is rapidly approaching. Older son must take out the trash. I am fussing with the dirty dishes left on the table…in the sink—abandoned in haste to not be late for evening appointments. That’s when she appears; lifting furry self from lazy sleep that occupies her time when family is out—doleful eyes seeking attention. Lucy Mae needs to go out.
Would you please run the dog around the house? I throw at smallest son, not wanting to break the rhythm of this scrubbing and shining.
His eyes grow big as he looks out the window at the fast approaching dark.
Not me! He exclaims. It’s dark out there.
He has been having these fears of late; fear of darkness, fear of burning house, fear of mom or dad being in an accident. I remember his brother going through the same at his age, and know we must ride this out.
But still, I sigh heavily as I put up the dishcloth.
Lord? Time is so precious.
He is more precious.
This the response I hear.
Mustering, I turn to small one.
Oh, one of my favorite things is to go outside at night. There is nothing to be afraid of. It’s so beautiful. It’s one of my best times to talk to God.
Really? Face is doubtful.
I gently take his hand. Together we go.
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