My oldest niece, E, will be four soon and will she was here visiting she had a night terror. I was lying in bed and she was sound asleep across the room, her sister close by in a playpen, and suddenly E start sobbing and crying out in her sleep. Jumping out of bed I ran across the room to her side, trying to comfort her but she wouldn't calm down. I didn't know what to do and I picked her up and took her out of the room so she wouldn't wake up her baby sister and the rest of the household. Going downstairs I sat with her in my lap and I realized that even as she sobbed and cried out her eyes were still closed, she didn't seem to be awake!
I was trying to talk to her, hoping she could hear my voice, that she would realize that she was safe, that Auntie had her and that it was going to be okay but I couldn't seem to get through to her. I knew that if only she could wake up and open her eyes she would realize that I was holding her close and that she was safe, then the terror would pass and she would be able to go back to sleep but she couldn't seem to do that.
Eventually her Grammy took and was able to calm her down and she went back to bed but in those few moments that I had her and I was scared, not knowing how to help her wake up I realized how much this child's night terror was like our lives.
So often we're scared, terrified, and we're screaming and crying out and we can't understand why God's not answering us but what we don't see is that He's right there with us, He's holding us in His arms begging us to open our eyes and see that He hasn't abandoned us, He hasn't let us go but He is still there with us, helping us through it all but our terror is so great and we can't open our eyes to see.
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