Jesus Baptized Me

I've been meaning to write this down for a while. Robert was about 3 years old and really started talking about his dreams when I woke him up in the mornings.  There was one character who kept returning to haunt his dreams. A man with a white robe and wings who would try and take Robert away and he didn't want to go so would cry and cry.  The whole concept of dreams is hard to explain to a 3 year old. Robert would say, no I didn't dream Momma that man with the wrote wings came and visited last night. One morning, after several nights of bad dreams, I asked Robert who came to visit him. "Jesus," he replied. "Oh really?" I inquired. "What did Jesus do?" "He baptized me. There was that big tub with lots of water and I was scared. Jesus came and baptized me to help me feel better." We had been to several cousins baptisms so he'd seen the baptismal font. I guess it was a little haunting. But what a great lesson to refer back to. When you're scared Jesus will always be there for you.