Today I lived through the longest three minutes of my life.
After a busy week, this morning I was a running a little behind getting over to the church, so Andrew hauled all three kids the long ten step walk.
I got there, talked through the service with Andrew, then realized I should check on the kids (who had been just playing in a Sunday school room).
Caleb walks in and I asked where his sister was. He didn’t know.
I went downstairs, and heard very, very faint crying.
Now our church is not big, it couldn’t be “off in the distance” crying.
Suddenly I was concerned that she had locked herself somewhere in the dark, most likely the bathrooms.
I went there first. She wasn’t there.
I looked in all the usual little spots downstairs, while calling her name.
The faint crying stopped.
“Amayah, baby answer mommy!” I started yell panicked. I had heard of things falling on kids and them being too hurt to scream out.
My panic was starting to rise.
“Caleb, get daddy now!”
My husband does not get rattled easily, but when he couldn’t find her downstairs either, we both started to freak out.
I was nearly paralyzed. JESUS!! Where could she be? Why isn’t she answering me!
We both ran outside and circled the building. She wasn’t wearing a coat, and it was cold. If she was outside, she could get lost quickly.
My terror was now to the point where I was going to throw up. I was hyper ventilating, and the other girl in the building was starting to cry.
Caleb started to get emotional, “I just want to play with my baby sister again.”
Oh Lord, don’t do this to us, please don’t let this kind of thing happen, I prayed.
Suddenly the other girl yelled, “I hear her! I hear her! She has to be somewhere in this area!”
I was frustrated, there was no way she could be there, I had already looked and she wasn’t in the bathrooms!
Well I opened the door to the ladies washroom, and there in the pitch black was my beautiful baby girl, smelling yucky like a poop, with a very concerned look on her face.
Instantly my sheer terror transformed into incredible relief.
I started bawling and shaking, rocking her back and forth, “Where were you? Why didn’t you answer me?” and thanking Jesus over and over for showing us to her.
I think she crawled under the vanity, and I must have missed her in the dark with her being silent, but I’m still not sure.
I love my kids so much, and that’s basically all this story revealed. They are three of the best things that have ever happened to me, and I continue to trust Jesus to keep them safe from all my deepest, darkest fears.
I will bless the Lord who guides me; even at night my heart instructs me. I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right beside me. No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice. My body rests in safety.