My son’s overactive imagination has been getting the best of him lately. He’s a creative little guy, and that gift has been betraying him. Especially at bedtime. And so each night, I find myself sitting on the edge of his bed, brushing his hair back with my calloused fingers, conjuring up well-known words of fatherly encouragement and perspective as he slowly drifts off to sleep.
It’s alright buddy, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
Daddy’s right around the corner. You’re not alone, I’m right here.
Stop dreaming up things to worry about, use your creativity to imagine beautiful things.
You’re gonna be fine kiddo. Close your eyes and think about how much you’re loved.
And then I walk across the hall, put on my pajamas, brush my teeth, climb under my covers, and stare at the ceiling while my own overactive imagination produces a neverending parade of potential trouble, crisis, and worst case scenarios.
Am I lying to my son or just ignoring my own advice?
Don’t be afraid.
You’re not alone.
Your Father is right here with you.
Let your mind dream of beautiful things.
Close your eyes and think about how much you’re loved.
If it’s true for him, it’s true for me, too. Maybe it’s time to listen…
“Summing it all up, friends, I’d say you’ll do best by filling your minds and meditating on things true, noble, reputable, authentic, compelling, gracious—the best, not the worst; the beautiful, not the ugly; things to praise, not things to curse.”
–Philipians 4:8 MSG