Lies Wives Believe

Prayer Matters, Part II

I hate when Hubby travels.

I hate worrying about his flight, hate worrying that he won’t have a good time, hate being alone with my Chihuahua at night and thinking that the Boogey Man is going to get us. I hate him being gone.

I get fairly despondent – especially during his long trips (a week or longer).

The dog even gets nervous. During the first few nights, she’ll sit on Hubby’s side of the bed until midnight, waiting for him to come home. Some nights the two of us will just watch TV until bedtime. We never watch sad or scary movies, though. Don’t want nightmares.

The worst part, though, was the night. Superdog, thinking she heard her “daddy” outside, would bolt from under the covers and bark her head off for 10 minutes, which would, therefore, scare me to death, as I was afraid someone was outside (which is fairly ridiculous; we live in a safe subdivision and know many of our neighbors).

I have an overactive imagination – it’s impressive all the monsters I can imagine would come eat me during the night. When Superdog barks (and sometimes it would be two or three times a night), it wakes me up, freaks me out, and then neither of us sleep.

Hurmph.

HOWEVER, last year, I started doing something I SHOULD HAVE started at the very beginning. Every night Hubby is gone, I pray that I fall asleep quickly and through the night – and I pray Superdog does, too. Even better, my mother, father, and Hubby also pray for the same thing.

Superdog has been a sound sleeper ever since.

Granted, every once and a while, she’ll bark, but when she does, I have such a peace that it’s easy to coax her back into the bed and curl up with her as we drift back to sleep.

I believe God cares about my fears – and takes the irrational ones (like things that go bump in the night) away.

I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghost – er, Boogey Man.