The fear began as soon as his little naive eyes caught a glimpse of the waving hand this afternoon. "Mommy, close your window," he insisted as we were making the turn. "Baby, he will not hurt us. He is just a man who works for the hair salon with a (very strange) costume on. No worries." But that dreaded image has followed him to bed.
So tonight while looking into his saucer-sized eyes, I gave a long dissertation of reality explaining in detail that there was nothing to fear from this humongous hair product, including the theological perspective. He finally seemed satisfied with the scene where Jesus comes dressed in His knight's costume and then cuts the shampoo bottle's head off. A little graphic, I thought, but OK.
But it made me think. How many fears do we entertain to which our heavenly Daddy looks tenderly down upon us and responds, "Sweet one, that is nothing to fear. I, the maker of heaven and earth, am with you and will never forsake you. Keep your gaze upon Me."?
Over and over He commands that we fear not. Why? How are we not to live in fear when this world seems so chaotic and tainted? We rest in the love He has for His children. We trust that nothing can enter into the lives of His own, that His hands of love have not first touched. We believe that if it crosses our paths, as His beloved sons and daughters, then it is for our ultimate good and His deserved glory.
Wow. Tough to swallow when in the deepest of valleys. But either we believe Him to be who He has proven Himself to be, or we stand on the slippery slopes of emotion.
And to that big, blue, shampoo bottle guy: you have not been easily forgotten.