Today, I sent my oldest son, Brandon, off to 5th grade camp for three days. Where has the time gone? Although I still have a couple more moving stories to share, here is one of my favorite Brandon stories:
For some reason, things were just better for Brandon when he had it with him. The dark wasn’t as scary, boo-boos didn’t hurt as much, and mommy and daddy leaving him with a babysitter just wasn’t as difficult. When he felt uneasy, it comforted him; when he was scared, it calmed his fears; when he was tired, it gave him peace.
Brandon used to drag his blanket around like Linus from the Peanuts gang. As the years passed, it grew old and tattered, but his love and devotion to it remained strong. That is, until that fateful day when Brandon placed it on the hot stove shortly after I had finished cooking. Don’t be alarmed; we didn’t have to call the Fire Department. There were no open flames, just a smoldering, smoky smell that filled the house. Brandon’s much-loved white blankie from that day forward resembled an overdone marshmallow.
That day Brandon burned his security blanket. You may not be dragging a blanket around with you, but do you have other “security blankets” that need to be burned or thrown away? Where do you look for your security?
“Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; my hope comes from him.” Psalm 62:5
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