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Topic: Rest (06/14/04)

TITLE: Bump in the Night
By Glenn A. Hascall
06/14/04

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My daughter Alyssa has asthma. She takes breathing treatments (nebulizer for those who’ve been there) four times a day; she takes two different pills to keep her airways open and clear and then two more medications for allergies. If the allergies aren’t controlled, the asthma set’s up residents and starts making itself more at home than it should.

If things go really bad I’m up in the middle of the night to give her yet another treatment, so I respond pretty quickly when, in the dark of night, her cute voice calls out, “Daddy.”

Mom used to always get up with her. That was before the rebellion two years, three months, one week and four days ago.

You see, one night I was resting comfortably, oblivious to everything going on around me when I heard a voice. It wasn’t one of those voices that seek to gently wake you from restful slumber. It was more like a jackhammer to my relaxed conscience. “Why is it that I’m the only one that ever gets up in the middle of the night?” This was followed by a wave of blankets being washed over me followed immediately by a rush of air that any blow dryer would envy.

I guess I had always believed that a loving, never tired mom best took care of a child’s needs in the middle of the night. Not an exhausted father.

I have learned that getting up in the middle of the night is a skill that even I could learn and it has helped curb any undue maternal frustration. I like hearing my daughter call out “Daddy”, it lets me know she is calling on someone she trusts and loves.

Sometimes the things she is calling me for seem pretty trivial.

“I dropped my blanket. Could you pick it up?” I do and she goes back to sleep.

“What is that?” she asks on other occasions pointing to a rectangled object on the floor.

“A book,” I reply.

“Oh, goodnight Daddy. I love you.”

“What did you need Alyssa?” I ask.

“That’s all. I was just curious about what that was on the floor.”

She uses big words for such a little girl. Then again, she’s a preschooler now.

Sometimes she needs medicine, or a shoulder to rest on and a familiar voice to let her know that everything will be all right. And I am currently in possession of that shoulder and I’m the one that uses the voice that she longs to hear when things go bump in her night. I wouldn’t give up that role for the world.

In our own lives we have books we can’t recognize on the floor and we drop our security blankets and we cry out for our Father to either help us pick up our blanket or to help us conquer our fear of the unknown. And sometimes we are hurt or sick and we just need to know He’s there.

He doesn’t prioritize a list and only stand with us when He feels it may be worth His while. He’s there no matter how trivial others may think our request is.

The New Testament called Him “Abba, Father.” That is the most intimate form of His name possible. It’s a lot like my daughter calling out, “Daddy”. I’m the one she can throw her arms around and she can throw herself into my arms anytime. I hold her when her tears run free and fast (but then so does her mom).

I think that’s how God wants us to come to Him. With arms wide open for a mutual embrace while we allow the God of all comfort to comfort us. To help us through difficult times, even if no one else thinks the crisis we feel really qualifies for such divine attention.

In the dark of the night, at noontime, during a break at work, call on Him. He’s right there, loving His children one hurt at a time.

I’m learning that “Abba, Father” is the absolute best role model for daddies. And just as my daughter can call on me in the middle of the night, I can head back to bed and call on Him. And it’s all right; He works the nightshift, too.


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Lynda Lee Schab 06/28/04
What a beautiful story! Touching and well told - giving you a pat on the back for being there for your daughter - what a great dad you are! Tied it together nicely with the Abba-Father truths. Well done! Blessings, Lynda Schab
Carolyn Hughes06/28/04
I really liked this article alot. I've been there in the middle of the night with the nebs. Isn't is comforting, as you have brought out in this piece that just as we as parents get up regardless of the time, to see about our children- God is ALWAYS there ready to help! HE NEVER SLEEPS AND HE NEVER SLUMBERS!!
Annette Agnello06/28/04
I love it when you said, “…that’s how God wants us to come to Him. With arms wide open for a mutual embrace while we allow the God of all comfort to comfort us.” Beautiful image of the relationship God has with us.
Dan Blankenship 06/28/04
It is a good story; kept me reading when I am supposed to be outside mowing the lawn. There are a few places I would have used a comma (e.g. washed over me, followed), but I am not alway correct concerning such things.

Good story. Keep up the good work.

God Bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship

Marcell Billinghurst06/28/04
What a beautiful story of the lessons you are learning through father hood. Of recognising your wifes'need to rest.
I appreciated your comparison to our ability to run to our Heavenly Father for comfort in times of need. Abba Father makes Him much more personal.
You are a great writer. Keep up the good work.
dub W06/29/04
Wonderful article, Glenn, very insightful, and full of personality.

dub
Sylvia Spielman06/29/04
Glenn, I really enjoyed this article. My favorite truth was the realization of those needs that are not tangible, such as Alyssa just wanting to know what was on the floor -- it's a security thing. We also need to realize that our own needs are usually not tangible when we approach our Heavenly Father. Praise Him that He meets us right where we live. Good reading, Sylvia Bunn
Deborah Porter 06/29/04
Glenn, this brought back some wonderful memories, although I was never as "brave" as your wife! It's been a very long time since either of my children have called out to me in the night. Back when they were little, I never would have believed that there would come a day when the thought of those cries in the night would be something I'd actually miss. You brought a little tear to my eye at the memory. You're a lovely dad Glenn! Love, Deb
Helen Dowd 06/30/04
Glad to see your entry, Glenn. This was a great story, very touching. It reminded me of when I was a child, afraid that the Lord had come and left me behind. I would call out to Dad. He would always come, no matter how tired he was, and pray with me. Your little girl will always remember a daddy who would come when she had a "bump in the night!"
Mary Elder-Criss07/02/04
Glenn, Very nice piece. Nice to know God is always there to calm our fears, just as you do for your daughter..no matter how unrecognizable they might be..even to us. Great ending line.."And it’s all right; He works the nightshift, too." Thumbs up. ~Mary
Charlotte Schafer07/04/04
I really liked this piece, because as a mom I know how precious it is to have a little one depend on me and the lessons I as parent have learned about God as I parent. Thanks for the enjoyable touching article, and keep up the good writing.
B Price07/05/04
Congrulations...what a srory...what a wonderful dad you are, and may this be an example to other dads...
and something your daughter will always remember how daddy came to her, which will help her to relate to the Father, since girls relate to The Father on how thier daddy was to them.
GOD BLESS