Harry had a rough night yesterday. He just didn't want to go to bed. I had to keep putting him back in his room. Finally, I heard no more crying and assumed all was right with the world. Rinar had left on a business trip, so it was just me. Before I went to bed, I went to tuck everyone in. When I got to the babies room, Harry was not in his bed.
Okay, no worries... he was probably just on the floor. Nope, not there either. I could feel a tiny bit of panic creeping up my insides. I went to my room and looked around. Still nothing. I knelt down and said a prayer and then I continued my search. I looked in every room in the house, every corner, nook, crevice I could think of, but I still could not find him.
I was about to call Rinar because I was really starting to get worried. The unimaginable started creeping into my thoughts. What if he somehow got outside? I mean, we live in the wilderness. I am not exaggerating when I say that there are bears and coyotes out there. What if?
Just breathe, just breathe.
I went back into his room. I stood still and started to listen. I heard Julia breathing, but then I heard another cadence of breaths. He was in the room. Where?
Wedged between the bunk bed and the wall, I found Harry sound asleep. I extricated him from his little hiding place, held him for a few minutes and then put him to bed.
I came to realize something even more profoundly after my little hunting expedition. I am not doing this alone. My Father in Heaven is right there with me every step of the way helping me take care of my kids. I know that He protects them and guides them. I know that He loves them even more than I do. For all those years when Rinar worked in Albuquerque and would be gone for days, I was never alone. Sometimes I would be scared and overwhelmed, but nothing bad ever happened. I pray for their safety every day and by His grace, He gives it so freely.
I am very grateful.