Faith's First

Tonight is Faith's first 4th of July with me.

For several days random fireworks have troubled her....she's been tearing through the place, looking for the solo demon sounds that threatened her domain.

Nothing I could say stopped her frenzy, until an hour ago when I took her in my arms and let her settle in the crook of my right arm.  That is her definitive safe place.
As I write this paragraph, the town's annual fireworks display is beginning its grand finale.  How satisfying to find her still cuddling in my arm, oblivious to the care she had previously assigned herself to said demons.

If I could just learn to keep myself resting in God's arm.  Oh, the comfort of exhaled, complete trust-rest.