Tears, Angels and Deep Breaths

My sweet Ry is at the age where he has started to become afraid at night. When we put him to bed, he often says he's afraid of monsters. He might have gotten the idea of monsters from my sweet, spit-fire of a niece, Hannah Jo. She's a mess and I love that little girl to pieces! One night last summer, we were all spending the night together at my parents place. Ry was in bed and started crying so I went up to ask what was wrong. He told me he's afraid of the monsters in his bed. I told him there is no monsters in his bed! Hannah (who was sleeping in the other bed right next to him) sweetly, with her southern accent said "well there's monsters in my bed, Ry"! I couldn't help but laugh hysterically at that remark!
Since that night, Ry has mentioned monsters every now and then. My answer to him has become "there are no such thing as monsters but you do have angels protecting you. There are angels in your room and Jesus has given them to us to protect us". He is normally very content with this reminder and will go to bed without anymore "monster sightings".
Well, yesterday I had my normal monthly doctors appointment to check on our baby girl. Ry and Micah went with me which is always an adventure in itself! So far, things look wonderful with our baby! She is growing and so am I! But, I'm always a little nervous when they measure how big I am.  Yesterday I found out I'm measuring a week ahead. For many women this is normal, even for me. I measured big with Ry and he ended up being a bigger baby. But with Micah, it was a completely different story. I was measuring bigger because there was some major complications. So yesterday, when I was told I was measuring bigger, I started to freak out a bit. However, my doctor was not concerned. He seems very comfortable with how this pregnancy is coming along. My fear is all based on my previous pregnancy. I asked if I could have another sonogram to make sure things were still going well with this baby girl. I will have one in 2 weeks.
As I left my appointment, the fear was building and so were the tears. When I finally got in my car and started driving to my next stop, I called my mother and mother-in-law and started to cry. Ry and Micah were in the back seat, very aware of my tears.  When we arrived at the store, I started to get Ry out of the car. He looked at me very seriously, with much concern and asked "you crying, mommy?" I told him that yes, I was crying. He then asked "you scared, mommy?" I answered him the same way by saying that yes, I was scared. He looked at me, wiped my tears and said "angels are with you, mommy. Angels are in your room." He then told me to "take a deep breath", lol! I often tell him to take deep breaths when he is crying.
His words were so simple and exactly what I needed to hear at that time. At that moment the Lord was reminding me that He has given me and this little girl angels and they are watching over us, protecting us both.
Later on yesterday evening, my mom sent me a text that said Psalm 91. Psalm 91 is a beautiful Psalm. After reading it yesterday, my favorite part of Psalm 91 became verses 10-12  which say: "No evil will befall you. Nor will any plague come near your tent. For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands, that you do not strike your foot against a stone."
I did not tell my mom the story of Ry reminding me of my angels until today. God.Is.Faithful. I know I say that all the time but He is! He has not once left me alone. He has met me every step of the way in my life. I am so thankful I am His daughter. I pray those who read this will know of His love.
I'm know I will be nervous these next 2 weeks. I know the fears will come and go. But I also know God is not the author of fear and He has given me the most precious gifts to hold onto. His word and His angels.