The other night I woke up barely able to breath because of a terrifying dream.  You know how dreams are sometimes...you are one place one second, then in another place the next second, then you wake up and can't even really remember what the dream was about.  It was so unnerving that I even woke my husband, JC up and made him walk through the house to make sure there weren't any trespassers in our home.  It is usually very difficult  to wake JC up, but he could tell that I was really disturbed by something, and he woke up immediately.  After walking through the house and finding everything safe and secure he prayed for me.  In that prayer one of the things he said was "God, you did not give us the spirit of fear".  Now I know that this is part of a verse but could not recall the entire verse that night. But I did look it up and this is what it says:

Romans 8:15 

For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship.  And by him we cry, "Abba, Father."

I don't know why I had that dream the other night, nor am I superstitious.  But I do believe that the prayer my husband said for me the other night was planned by God to remind me that I am a child of God, and He is my Father.  We all get fearful sometimes for different things, but God is our Father and wants to take care of us just like we want to take care of our own families.  The great thing is that he doesn't make mistakes.  I can't say the same about myself in my pursuit to be a good parent.   God is good.