Monsters

This man shared a story at church yesterday of his five year old son who was afraid of monsters under the bed. One night, his wife went in to check on him and found his bed empty. She leaned down and saw that he had taken his pillow and blankets and was laying under the bed, surrounded by all his favorite stuffed animals, pictures of his family, scriptures, and favorite toys. His mom asked what he was doing and he said, "This way if the monsters come, I'll say, 'Sorry! No room!'" I love that so much. I want my life to be like that. Sorry, monsters, this life is too full of good, busy things I love, go haunt someone else.