Bad Dream? Lesson Learned.

I woke up at 5:00 a.m. last night to Jenalyn calling for me. I ran into her bedroom and asked what was wrong. She said she had a bad dream. I asked her to tell me about it: You were changing Corbin's diaper and you asked me to water daddy's plant (daddy doesn't have a plant - actually we don't have a single live plant in the house because our cat eats them). So I went to feed it and it tried to EAT ME! It started moving and coming after me! It was poking me and chasing me!

I promise my 5-year-old has not seen Little Shop of Horrors! What a scary thing to dream about! Poor thing!

I asked if she could go back to sleep and she said she didn't want to because she was afraid she would have another bad dream.

So I suggested we say a prayer and she said, "and a song too?" So we knelt down together. She asked me to say it. So I prayed that Heavenly Father would give her peace and comfort. That he would wrap her in his loving arms and fill her dreams with flowers, rainbows and beautiful butterflies (she tells everyone she only likes beautiful things). After I said amen she squeezed me >>so tight<< style="font-style: italic;">"Thank you mom! That was such a sweet prayer!" Then we sang "I am a Child of God" (her choice - her favorite) and I tucked her back in and didn't hear from her again until after sun rise.

I hope I taught her that whenever she is feeling scared or frightened, she can turn to her Heavenly Father. He will be there for her - just I as came running when she called my name, He is quick to comfort when we seek Him in prayer. He is a loving father and He wants her to be happy.