Afraid

Was awakened less than an hour ago, not by the hard rain coming down, not by the thunder or the lightning, but by Jewel (my Scottie Terrier) burrowing herself under my pillow. The loud noise had awakened her and scared her. So from the foot of the bed to under my head she went. Then the memory of a scared little boy who wanted to get in bed with mommy and daddy came back to me and I did the only thing I could do. I touched her, let her know I was there and that everything was going to be alright.

Is that not what God wants to do when we're afraid. Even if it's 3 in the morning.