Cold Comfort

The other night my three year old woke up from a nightmare AND was experiencing leg cramps to boot. He was inconsolable. It was the middle of the night. He would not take ANY comfort measures from me; soft words, cuddling, kisses, gatorate, tylenol nothing. It was the worst feeling seeing him in pain and not being allowed to comfort him at all.

He just kept wailing and kicking at me each time I tried to pick him up. He looked at me and said, “I don’t want you…I don’t like you!” I knew that he didn’t really mean that….at least I knew that in my heart, my 2am brain was not so sure. It was hard to even imagine what to do next. All I could think was that he was still somewhat asleep and did not grasp the fact that I was there and that I was designed specifically to come to his aid at this point in his life.

I turned on the lights in the room nearly blinding us both. He continued to cry for a moment and then blinked up at me. Then his cry changed. He wasn’t angry anymore. He rubbed his calf and moaned “Oh, my poor, poor, leg.” At this point I sat next to him and asked softly if he would let me help him and he nodded yes. He was still in pain but he knew now from where his help would come.

That is where we begin. We cry out in pain, in anger, in desperation and in the dark. Sometimes comfort cannot happen while we are still a little asleep. Sometimes we need to really awaken and let the light nearly blind us before we can see that someone we love and trust is standing close, ready to love us. Sometimes it takes that awareness to move us from fear into comfort.

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9 thoughts on “Cold Comfort

  1. Glad your little guy is o.k., mrs.! I have a lot I could say on this post; unfortunately, I can’t write it here except to say that you are “right on” with that last paragraph. Until we let go of fear and let the Light in to shine on the problem and expose it for what it really is, it is difficult to trust others, even God.

    I often think it’s harder to trust God in some respects…so much doubt creeps up…and yet, that is the essential thing to faith isn’t it? The height of my fear is equal to the depth of my doubt…
    Mrs M

  2. Great metaphor, mrsm. Way to keep filling the deep end of the pool. The shallow end is so very crowded and splashy.

    Thanks, Pur. That reminds me that there is a great line from the latest Jars of Clay album..a tune called “Work.” The line (hope I get this right) is “I have no fear of drowning, it’s the breathing that taking all this work.”
    Mrs M

  3. Mrs I’m sorry your little guy went through the pain and terror. Most have gone through this same scenario with our kids.

    Excellent post in many ways! We are standing alone from time to time and crying out in the dark, only to realize that someone was there all the time.

    Thanks HH. It’s a perspective builder to say the least, being up at 2am like that!
    Mrs M

  4. My dd had an asthma attack at 1 am on Monday morning, it took awhile to settle it down, the fear factor was incredible, but like always you just get through it and say a prayer.

    Poor sweetie! Hope she’s doing better now. We just kick into gear at times like that don’t we? It’s like a switch flips and we do what we HAVE to do.
    Mrs M

  5. I got to trust God on the other end of the spectrum this week as my dad had a double bypass. My siblings, my mom and I all had to come to the point of letting Dad go. That was very hard. My mom said at one point that it is so hard to trust your whole life to someone else’s hands.

    I was then reminded of Psalm 121

    I lift up my eyes to the hills-
    where does my help come from?
    My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.
    He will not let you foot slip-
    he who watches over you will not slumber. (vs 1-3)

    My dad came out of surgery fine and has begun the long road of recovery where I am sure he will continue to look to the mountains.

    Mrs. M I am glad that your little one is okay.

    I love that verse…thanks for putting that into my head so close to my own slumber time! LOL
    Mrs M

  6. Sorry about your little guy, nightmares are horrible for grownups, much less a little one. It is indeed hard to trust sometimes.
    How beautifully you described GOD’S Love for us with the following.

    Sometimes we need to really awaken and let the light nearly blind us before we can see that someone we love and trust is standing close, ready to love us. Sometimes it takes that awareness to move us from fear into comfort.

    Thanks for sharing.

    Five Pennies, so glad your Dad is fine.
    HH, hope your daughter is doing o.k. how hard that must be.

    You know I’m always writing TO myself when I write things like this…lol…preaching to me…ack.
    Mrs M

  7. I’ve been in your position many times – I’ve got seven children – and it is a worrying period no matter how many times it happens. The sleep walkers are the scariest.
    The metaphor is good, too. Sadly, there are so many who spend their whole lives in such fear.

    Wowzers, SEVEN? God bless their sweet mother. So far, no sleepwalkers…so far.
    Mrs M

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