One of the many blog posts that have been sitting unpublished in my drafts for almost two years. It’s incomplete but as I read it, I remembered the moment and it made me smile.
Fireworks. July 2016
It’s just past dusk on an unusually cool July night. The dark green grass is covered by a small blanket beneath us. We sit, eyes toward the night sky expectant. Finally, there is an explosion of light in the sky above us followed by a chorus of “Oooh” from the crowd around us. Everyone stands in awe of the sight as one after another, fireworks break the starry night sky. Everyone except for Emerson. His fragile arms are wrapped tightly around his mother’s neck, gripping tighter and tighter with every thundering blast. As the show wears on, slowly his expression changes from horror to amusement. Even though his face beamed with a smile by the finale, his arms still clung tight to his mother’s neck.
3 But when I am afraid,
I will put my trust in you.
4 I praise God for what he has promised.
I trust in God, so why should I be afraid?