Scared Prayers

So I haven't been writing too much on here. Since I am pregnant my brain has turned to mush and it is rather difficult to put together even a simple sentence. But I am trying. Bare with me.

Last night I came home rather late from a weekend away. As soon as I laid down, my youngest son walked into my room crying that he was scared. When my kids wake up scared I always take them back to their room and pray for them. Tonight was no exception. The only difference this time was that I missed my little boy terribly, so I decided to lay down with him while we prayed and wait for him to fall asleep.

I prayed for Jesus to come and sit with my baby through the night and keep him safe. When the amen's where done, he put his fingers in his mouth, grabbed his boppy (his name for his blanket), and just looked at me. After a few seconds he rolled over, but his fingers gently touched my face so that he knew I was still there with him. Since he was having to make sure I was not leaving, I assumed this would probably take awhile. There would be no easy way to slip out of his bed at this point.

But only a few seconds later, he rolled back over to look at me. I smiled. He frowned. Then he said, "Why you not getting out of my bed?"

I guess when Jesus is sitting with you, you really don't your mommy there, too. I smiled and thanked Jesus for the comfort and protection that He brings to my children when I cannot be there with them.