Poor number seven. You are so sweet, and peaceful, and quiet… That’s just not going to get you noticed in this bunch…
There I was, chattin it up with a friend in Target. I quick took an inventory of the six littles in tow… Livvy! My friend stood with the crew as I ran outside to retrieve the baby. Tears blurred my eyes and the seconds it took me to reach the truck felt like hours… Each stride more torturous than the previous… My mind haunted with terrifying thoughts of what I would find…
Surly my truck would be surrounded by police officers and concerned citizens. How long had it been? A good fifteen minutes I’m sure. Oh Lord, please, please let her be alright.
And she was. She was content. Asleep. Never the wiser.
And I showered her with kisses of thankfulness.
To date, that is the only time I have ever left a child. Though there was that other time… We were all loaded into the truck. Stephen forgot the keys and went back inside to grab them. He came out with Livvy.
One small mistake, one split second. A moment of panic.
Guilt began to heap. I’ve racked my brain… how did I forget her. I can’t believe none of the other kids noticed. How easily tragedy could befall.
I was in too much of a hurry. My mind was totally set on earthly things…
For we all stumble in many ways… But by mercy and grace we are sustained. Like Paul, I do not consider that I have made it on my own… for the Lord upholds my hand. Beloved, There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus… I am overwhelmed with thanksgiving and drawn to dependency.