Storms

We have an eight year old daughter (who shall remain nameless) who had a rough morning yesterday. 

She has been looking forward to a class field trip to "This is the Place Heritage Park" for quite a while, and Wednesday was the day.  However, when she came in the house after feeding the puppies, she told me she wanted to stay home and not go to school.

After some wheedling (boy am I a good wheedler), I discovered that the problem was the weather.  Said child is horribly afraid of lightning and thunder and yesterday morning was stormy.  She was afraid they would go on the field trip and it would thunder and she would be scared.  She was in tears, begging me not to make her go on the trip.

Poor kid.  So, we talked about being brave.  She told me the bravest person she knows is her dad (what am I, chopped liver...just kidding, he's the bravest person I know too).  We scavenged through his things to find something of his she could keep in her pocket.  Then, if she got scared, she could hold it and it would be like he was holding her hand.

We also decided to enlist divine help.  We said a prayer asking Heavenly Father to help her have the courage to go on the field trip and be happy.  We also asked that if it was alright, God might hold off the storms until after the school trip was finished.  She headed to school reassured.

Obviously God listens to the prayers of these innocent sweethearts.  She didn't have any problems on the trip and the rain and storms didn't even show up for the fun.  It was a pretty sweet day for both of us.