The other night I took care of  my grandchildren.  Six-year old Shane woke up crying.  He had been dreaming of goblins and other childhood terrors.  After he quieted down, he showed me the well-worn Bible his grandfather had given him.  Shane always keeps it under his pillow.  As I left the room, he said, “You know, Grandma when you sleep with your Bible, it’s almost like sleeping with Jesus !”  And he laid down like a little lamb and went to sleep.  He was resting in the shadow of the Almighty.  Later I found myself asking, “Is this where I’m resting today?”