The Ghost with No Arms

 

Abby, apparently, was visited by the Ghost with No Arms during the night.

The child would not enter her room for three days.  She slept on a toddler mattress beside Zaiah.   Daddy finally bribed her back into her bed on night four with the promise of some glow in the dark bracelets.

Still, she didn’t want to sleep –  she can’t  control what she dreams.

But actually, she can.

I know very well.

Most of us have had a few of those dreams where you relive uncomfortable or unresolved moments from your day.  But ever since I can remember, I have struggled with obsessive amounts of these dreams.  Any moments of anxiety, even minor, were sure to visit me at night.  The last 10 years, though, have been the worst. On bad nights,  I would wake more than 50 times in one night.

Obviously, I chose my words wisely. In groups, I kept my mouth shut.   On an individual basis, I could handle shallow talk about potty training and cleaning the crazy house.

It gets a little lonely that way.  I really wanted to change.  But the more I tried to push outside of my comfort zone, the more urgent and unrelenting my dreams became.

I prayed for peace.  Yet, my insecurities came to haunt me at night when I couldn’t control my thoughts.

But one day, shortly after my BIG unraveling, God placed an answer in my heart.  The answer was Him.  Instead of asking for peace (as I let my mind  gravel in the stress, hurt, and frustration of my day), I focused on Him.

Now, in order to keep a clear focus, I memorize bible verses.   And every night, God is faithful –   I dream those words instead of the unsteady words of my own voice.

So, when Abby was afraid of her dreams, I knew what to tell her.

She prayed, “Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my soul the Lord to keep….” until she fell asleep.  And in the morning, I awoke to a little girl, smiling, ear to ear.

“Momma!”  she exclaimed, “It worked – I didn’t see the Ghost with No Arms!”

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. … And the God of peace will be with you.”

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            Phillipians 4:8

2 thoughts on “The Ghost with No Arms

  1. Wow. Have I ever told you my pregnancy stories? I never struggled with anxiety or worry…until I got pregnant. And all while nursing. I became borderline paranoid. It was horrible. And nighttime was the worst. I’d lay down at night…& my mind would take over, no matter how severe my exhaustion! My favorite verse became, “sorrow may last for the night, but JOY comes in the morning!” I quoted it all night. Along with my pregnancy verse, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart….” I’ve said them & prayed them over my kids after bad dreams as well. 🙂

  2. Couldn’t have said it better myself.

    Ever since my pregnancy with my first I would have these recurring dreams. Always a little different but with the same general theme. Finally, when I was pregnant with my fourth, these dreams were came so often and I was very disturbed by them.

    I prayed and asked that these dreams/thoughts be removed from my mind that I might have peace. As I put my trust and faith in Him that He would grant me this righteous desire, I found the dreams had gone. I never had a single one for the rest of that pregnancy.

    I’m so happy your little girl could be surrounded by His love and peace and mercy and wake with a bright smile on her face.

    A tender mercy from a loving Heavenly Father.

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