It has been about fifty-one years, but I still think of it from time to time.
It was a lemon yellow color, soft and silky. It was warm when the air was chilly and cool when the air was hot. I can remember holding it against my face and feeling a sense of comfort from the slippery, silky fabric.
It was my security blanket and I remember vividly the day I said good-bye to it.
As a six-year-old I went to the edge of the yard where the garbage was waiting to be picked up by the garbage collectors. I set my beloved security blanket on the top of the can and walked back to the house. From our storage room window I had a perfect view of the collectors putting our trash, and my blanket, into the garbage truck.
There was nothing wrong with my blanket, but there was something wrong with me.
While holding my blanket I would suck my thumb. My mother was concerned it would cause my teeth to come in crooked, and she tried every thing she could to get me to stop, to no avail.
I don't remember if I cried or not as my blanket was carried away, but one thing I knew, my source of security and comfort was gone.
Sometimes in our Christian lives we may find our security wrapped up in something, someplace or someone other than the Lord Jesus. The truth is, He is and will always be the only thing we need to have true Peace and joy in our lives. Trusting in anything else will only result in heartbreak and disappointment.
So let us put aside anything we are trusting in other than Him and look to the Author and Finisher of our faith, the only One who truly is a save tower to which we can run.
"The name of the LORD is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe."