Sabrina Fair

I have always wanted to preserve my thoughts, to be able to go back and remember, to give my daughters a picture into my soul when they are older or perhaps maybe even after I am gone. But the perfect way to do it eludes me. The perfect journal, a pen that flows under my grip, all remain unfound. The typed letters seem somehow disconnected and not personal enough, but I can't find a way to write fast enough for my hand to have the strength to sustain the stories. So, here I am again, trying to start again, wondering where this note will end up and will it ever reach the hearts of my girls.
Tonight my thoughts are with my precious Sabrina. Like the movie, she is my Sabrina Fair. Rich in beauty and deep in emotion, so deep that it seems the emotion is sometimes to much for her soul to hold and as the night falls it rises over the edge and torments her in her sleep. Since she was very young, maybe two, her dreams have brought her much distress, plagued with night terrors and more recently the onset of nightmares, which seem even worse than the first, as they seem to find a home in her memory and stir fear in her mind.
Last night, she came into our room around 4:00am, “mommy... I had a bad dream.” Afraid of encouraging bad sleeping habits, I have never been the kind of mom to share my bed, wanting to make sure that my girls would develop skills that would allow them to sleep soundly in any situation (something I have never been able to master). But last night I knew, call it mommy intuition, that she would not be able to find rest with out the added security of her parents. Frequently today, she would reveal parts of her dream... a mean witch, red spots on her face and so it was no surprise that only a few minutes after the lights were turned out at bedtime, that she appeared looking nervously over my desk, “mommy, I'm scared to have another bad dream”. My heart felt for her, I remember a stretch of nightmares that I had as a child and how I dreaded night time. I remembered that just a few weeks ago, I had hear a verse about real guardian angels. I don't even remember where I heard it, but I know the Lord brought it to mind so that He could comfort and minister to Sabrina's frightened heart. Psalms 91:11 For He orders His angels to protect you where ever you go (NLT) and then just a few verses down 91:14 & 15 The Lord says, “I will rescue those who love me, I will protect those who trust in my name. When they call on me, I will answer; I will be with them in trouble. I will rescue them and honor them.” As I explained these verses to Sabrina, I began to cry, as once again I was faced with the awesomeness of the God we serve; in a world full of troubles, He cared about a little girl with nightmares. I believe, His Spirit stirred with in me to help me find the promises of His heart to hers. As I told Sabrina about her Savior, I watched as her countenance changed; worry and anxiety were replaced with wonder and awe; and so... she sleeps.