My two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter’s frightened cry pierced the happy quiet of my backyard. Moments before, she’d been playing quietly. Now she was racing toward me, her eyes wide with fear.
Kneeling down, I opened my arms and she flung herself into them, her breath coming in short, hard gasps.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I asked, looking around for a dog or a snake.
“Airplane,” she said, pointing to the sky.
Sure enough, there was a jet, high in the sky, making its noisy ascent from the nearby airport.
“That airplane won’t hurt you,” I said, wrapping my arms around Lauren’s trembling little body, “but you did good to come to Gigi. Gigi will always protect you.”
Psalm 5:3 reminds me of the way Lauren ran to me when the airplane frightened her.When I am afraid, I will trust in you. Because she’s learned to trust me, she knew I would protect her. Her childlike faith rested securely in me.
I want to be like Lauren when big, scary things disrupt my life and make me afraid. Only instead of running to a person to protect me, I want to run straight into the loving arms of my heavenly Father. I know I can trust Him because He’s demonstrated over and over how much He loves me.
I love Lauren and would die to save her. God loves me even more, and He already died to save me. What further proof do I need that I can trust Him with whatever comes my way?
Although fifty years separate Lauren and me, we’re a lot alike. We’re both frightened easily, but we also both know where to run for safety.
If something big and scary is threatening you, run to Jesus.
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