Lately, my little ones have needed extra reassurance and comforting. Bad dreams about spiders have been plaguing my just-turned-three year old, poor girl. Never mind that during the day she merrily digs in the mole hills throughout our yard, unearthing tons of bugs that don’t faze her a bit. It’s the age, I’ve learned, at which little ones develop fears…
Resting Easy in the Father’s Care
