Second Moment of impact... it begins with a lot of humor. I had just
stepped out and started a new bible study with some neighborhood friends
and some new ladies that I did not know. I am going to fill you in on a
secret...I dislike cleaning. There it is I just don't like it. So, in
preperation for the newcomers I had cleaned the downstairs and basically
whatever was downstairs was now, upstairs, out of sight...so I had planned.
My husband had taken the kids to our neighbors house to hang out while we were doing our study. I noticed and was more than just a little annoyed that Jason kept coming in the door and going upstairs and then out again. After the fifth or so time he stopped and started at me....so, I stopped and said, what? He said sorry to bother you but, have you seen Eli? I snapped back no that is your job tonight...did you loose him hahahah...he answered, we can't find him.
BOOM, moment of impact.
Ok , he is 3 years old, it is dark outside and he has wandered away before. He had spent the night next door and left at 4 am to come home and did not tell anybody, I am so happy I am a light sleeper or I would have never heard his soft footsteps on the porch and the light knock on our locked front door...O, the horrors that could have happened...now it was.
I calmly got up and asked the ladies to continue without me assuring them that we would laugh about this in a few minutes but, inside I was reeling. Jason, Cassie and our neighbors all continued to search with no relief. Finally panic struck and I ran inside and asked the group to help us, that we still couldn't find Eli.
Those precious ladies have seen parts of my house that I don't even know about, we tore the house apart and now...it was time to call 911. That call was so hard to make I was trying to speak clearly but, how do you say, my three year old baby is gone calmly? What kind of mother was I that wouldn't notice her child coming or going? All that self talk hushed and desperation set in.
The police came, they interviewed us and then they called in the dogs. I hope you never have to answer the question, "Do you have any of your missing child's dirty clothes". I did and handing them over was the absolute worst feeling, It was like, giving something private and precious away.
The officer came up to Jason and I and said, "before we let the dogs out we are going to search your house one last time" and that was ok with me but, I knew if Eli had been anywhere close, he would have answered our screams and desperate calls.
As the team of officers entered the house, I went up to my room and fell on my face before God and just begged Him please don't let this happen...This can't be happening...Crying, sobbing weeping....God Please! Full blown desperation had set in and now I was teatering on hoplessness.
Then I heard it, "hey buddy, can you get up for me?"...I jumped up and ran into Zach's room...and grabbed Eli, he was hot, covered in sweat and stiill very sleepy. However, he was unharmed, and completely clueless as to the complete mayhem that has just taken place on his behalf.
He had crawled up under Zach's down comforter at the foot of the bed (probably playing hide and seek with Dad) so, when we lifted the covers in our multiple searches, He was still hidden.
I believe that again, God heard our cries, and He had compassion.
My husband had taken the kids to our neighbors house to hang out while we were doing our study. I noticed and was more than just a little annoyed that Jason kept coming in the door and going upstairs and then out again. After the fifth or so time he stopped and started at me....so, I stopped and said, what? He said sorry to bother you but, have you seen Eli? I snapped back no that is your job tonight...did you loose him hahahah...he answered, we can't find him.
BOOM, moment of impact.
Ok , he is 3 years old, it is dark outside and he has wandered away before. He had spent the night next door and left at 4 am to come home and did not tell anybody, I am so happy I am a light sleeper or I would have never heard his soft footsteps on the porch and the light knock on our locked front door...O, the horrors that could have happened...now it was.
I calmly got up and asked the ladies to continue without me assuring them that we would laugh about this in a few minutes but, inside I was reeling. Jason, Cassie and our neighbors all continued to search with no relief. Finally panic struck and I ran inside and asked the group to help us, that we still couldn't find Eli.
Those precious ladies have seen parts of my house that I don't even know about, we tore the house apart and now...it was time to call 911. That call was so hard to make I was trying to speak clearly but, how do you say, my three year old baby is gone calmly? What kind of mother was I that wouldn't notice her child coming or going? All that self talk hushed and desperation set in.
The police came, they interviewed us and then they called in the dogs. I hope you never have to answer the question, "Do you have any of your missing child's dirty clothes". I did and handing them over was the absolute worst feeling, It was like, giving something private and precious away.
The officer came up to Jason and I and said, "before we let the dogs out we are going to search your house one last time" and that was ok with me but, I knew if Eli had been anywhere close, he would have answered our screams and desperate calls.
As the team of officers entered the house, I went up to my room and fell on my face before God and just begged Him please don't let this happen...This can't be happening...Crying, sobbing weeping....God Please! Full blown desperation had set in and now I was teatering on hoplessness.
Then I heard it, "hey buddy, can you get up for me?"...I jumped up and ran into Zach's room...and grabbed Eli, he was hot, covered in sweat and stiill very sleepy. However, he was unharmed, and completely clueless as to the complete mayhem that has just taken place on his behalf.
He had crawled up under Zach's down comforter at the foot of the bed (probably playing hide and seek with Dad) so, when we lifted the covers in our multiple searches, He was still hidden.
I believe that again, God heard our cries, and He had compassion.
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