there's a spider in my room

"there's a spider in my room", says the tired Poppy to her daddy. sleeping in a place with such a creature, even if all the way on the other side and only minuscule in size, is just simply impossible. "let me take care of that for you, Sweetie", says daddy. as if not afraid, but truly so, she takes my hand and walks down the hallway to the bed. not looking, but only pointing in a direction to a dark splotch on the wall, I say as I see her unwelcome guest, "no problem". leaving, I return with tissue in hand while she watched its death, and now at peace.

I don't like the spiders of life; they're creepy, feeling on the move, wondering what they are and when they might bite. few do, but it's not knowing that makes me restless. sometimes, oftentimes, I just lie there, hoping they won't venture my way. I can't sleep. yet, all the while, my Father's right next door, ready to comfort, ready to "take care of that for you." it's "no problem" for Him. that's why He's there.

Poppy, being Poppy, has helped me tonight. I shall rest in peace, as she now is, without the fear of spiders in our room.