Mommy, 'ook. No monsters allowed here.
We have pulled into a neighborhood and ever watchful ever alert eyes on face full of innocence sees the sign. I gaze at his face in my mirror and whisper,
Later he all tucked into bed wearing his Star Wars costume - light saber and helmet at his side - eyes heavy with want of sleep and he is the good hero dressed in white and ready for battle.
I brush back his hair and kiss face I love and remember the sign.
Father God, please keep his monsters small.
Be strong in the Lord, and in the strength of His might.
Later his daddy catches him sitting up in bed playing. Only moments before he was told no.
There was a battle and he lost. For just as it was true in the Garden of Eden until now it is true for him.
Yes son, there is a monster.
But there is armor.
Therefore, take up the full armor of God, that you may be able to resist in the evil day, and having done everything, to stand firm . . . put on the breastplate of righteousness . . . taking up the shield of faith . . . and take the Helmet of Salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.
And just as it was true in the Garden of Eden until now - there is a hero. There is salvation.
For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have everlasting life.
And that monster - he's already lost the war.
"I am He that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death."
And there is an eternity where no monsters are allowed.
Jesus said, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die."
And I kiss his sleeping face.
God, let him be your warrior. Let him be for You.