Lesson Learned

I admit that I have always been a bit
of a 'fraidy cat, on the cautious
side.  Having married young I went
from my parent's house to having
my own home with my husband.
A few years later I found myself a
young mother with a husband who
traveled a great deal with his job.

Having never lived alone I found

myself  fearful when he traveled
and I was left home  (with three
small children).

So I did all I knew to do -

I packed up the kids and

all their stuff and went
"home to Mama" (and Daddy)
every.single.time.
my husband traveled.

After a couple of years

this got tiring, boring, old, & bothersome.
And the kids and I grew
weary too.

IT.WAS.TIME.

(ok... passed time.)

The next time my husband had

to travel we (kids and I) locked
our doors and stayed in our own
home.  Before we went to bed
that night I prayed that  God
would watch over and protect
us while we slept. 
Then I went to bed and slept
"like a tired baby"...

NOT!

Actually I didn't sleep at all.

I lay awake all night listening for odd sounds

and making sure that no one crawled through

our windows.

Next night I had a BIG idea... 

I drug all  the canned goods

out of the pantry and lined them up

on all the window sills in our house.

Surely if anyone tried to crawl

through our windows I would

hear them as the cans

crashed to the floor.
This became a nightime ritual
which helped me get at least a
couple hours of sleep each night.

Then one day, as I was randomly
reading in Psalms, God showed
me a better way -

Got it!