Covered with the Blood of Christ

Ellie, bless her little heart, is a worrier.

Her mama understands the thoughts that swirl and churn, creating a caldron of poison in the mind and tummy.

I do so get that.

Lately, she's back to the old worry that there is an alligator under her bed, a fox in her closet and/or a snake in the covers. She even has an explanation for how an alligator made his way under her bed all the way from Floria.

I've had to do some counseling lately with the sensitive hearted child and I've tried to explain to her that the devil tells lies and that Jesus is truth.

I remind her that of all those nights that she's worried, have even one time her worries actually materialized? No!

See, the devil lies to her. And she is divinely protected by the blood of Christ. He holds her in the palm of his hand!

And if, just if, there did happen to be a fox in her closet or a wasp in her room (a little more realistic) that Jesus himself would give her the strength to make it through that moment.

She is covered with the Blood of Christ in all circumstances.

Then I took a little picture of her worried face, not realizing that God in his own way was showing us how he covered her worry with the cross. Even when she can't see it. Even when she doesn't know it.
Though it is just the shadow of the window pane, we both saw a bigger significance in this picture.

Now if I can just remember this when I wrestle my thoughts on dark, lonely nights.