It's been a r-o-u-g-h week around here, for a variety of reasons. So last night as I was tucking the girls into bed, I was telling them that I was going to be getting myself ready for bed as well.
Joelle giggled and said, "But it's only 8:30! Are you trying to be like a kid again?"
"I wish I could be a kid again," was my quiet reply.
"What?" she questioned, with surprise in her voice. "How come?"
"Because then I could have somebody around to always take care of me."
As I was thinking those same line of thoughts this morning - during an especially dark time - I was reminded that, really, I am Someone's child. And that I do always have Somebody around to take care of me. I just need to let Him.