“No!” Priscilla screamed. Her chubby toddler fingers reached for the teddy bear in her mother’s hands. “I want it!”
“No, Priscilla,” her mother said firmly. “It’s time to put it away.”
Priscilla’s eyes filled with tears. “But I need him, Mommy!” she protested.
“Why do you need it?” her mother asked curiously.
“He keeps me safe at night,” Priscilla told her mother hesitatingly. “Without him I get scared.”
Priscilla’s mom sat on the edge of Priscilla’s bed. “You don’t need a teddy bear to keep you safe, Priscilla. All you need is Jesus.”
“Jesus? But he’s in heaven, right?”
Her mom smiled. “Jesus is everywhere, and he’s always with you.” She tapped the end of Priscilla’s nose, making her giggle. “When you’re scared, just think about Jesus and imagine him standing there beside you. He can conquer anything.”
Priscilla smiled. “Thanks, Mommy, I will.”
Priscilla fell asleep that night with a peaceful smile on her face.