Losing children, resting in hope.

Honestly, we are pretty diligent about watching our kids. I mean, genuinely, we for the most part know where they are and we are paying attention to what they are doing.

 

We are engaged with them and watching…but sometimes, well, sometimes we just feel comfortable and we get a little lazy.

 

We go to church in an old Catholic School building. We meet upstairs, then we go down to the basement level to pick up Sammy. We usually end up talking in the hallway with other parents while the kids literally run up and down the hallway, playing hide-and-seek with a little notch that sticks out. Sometimes they run around a little corner where there is a stairwell. The room at the end of the hall is a meeting room for the church, which opens onto the parking lot, but the kids never go in there…they just run back and forth.

 

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Except, of course, this one time.

 

When we were comfortably talking away, and I suddenly realized I had not seen Maddie. I wasn’t sure how long it had been.

 

I walked down to see where she had been last hiding, and she wasn’t there.

 

Not around the corner in the stairwell.

 

Not in the meeting room. I talked to the person who was ushering in that room, and he had seen her running around, but had not seen her in a few minutes. We both darted outside and asked the parking attendant…also the youth pastor.

 

Nope.

 

Not panicking yet.

 

Walking back in, I thought back to the drive down to church when I was thinking about Maddie’s hands, and how innocent they are. I thought about how she hugs fiercely and how she constantly tells us she loves us.

 

I thought about how much our world has changed with this little one.

 

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And then I thought about what it would be like to really lose that little one. And panic did ease its way in a little.

 

I heard something though, that brought reality back pretty quickly…the sound of the the guys talking on the parking attendants radio describing Maddie’s dress and telling everyone to find her. And I realized where we were and then I opened the door to the women’s bathroom and found one of my dear friends helping Maddie straighten her dress and open the door to come find me.

 

She had to go to the bathroom and we are just completing potty training. She had been hiding right by the girls bathroom, but the door is a little heavy to open back up.

 

Heart pumping, panic done, radios now relaying the message that all is well. Maddie was a little scared as well, but we were all fine.

 

Still, there was that moment of fear, and that clench of the gut at the awareness that we live in a perilous world and we can never completely relax. Even in the places where we are comfortable.

 

I cannot fathom losing a child. I can only catch the glimpses I have had and they were moments of fear in the midst of a reality of many helping hands and places of safety. (Thanks, Peter and all the gang at church)

 

The world, though, I can fathom as a broken place where we turn around and realize suddenly that something is amiss and it throws us completely off our grounding.  Those are moments we need to know that there is help beyond us. Helping hands and those who can see beyond what we can see. Not just community, but beyond even that.

 

 “Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.” -Buechner

 

Yes, yes, I know. I have used that quotation of Buechner’s before. I’ll warn you that I will most likely use it again. It is simple and it is true, and more than that it lets us know that we are not alone. More than that, it gives us that glimpse that there is hope, and there is help.

 

Grace.

 

Hope.

 

Mercy.

 

We cannot simply muster these things up from within ourselves. When the need grabs hold of us, when the awareness of our lack gets our attention and we realize we cannot simply manipulate something to be better…the awareness that there is a God who is able and who is willing, brings enormous comfort.

 

That awareness brings us to the God who creates redemption, brings salvation. Brings life.

 

 

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3 thoughts on “Losing children, resting in hope.

  1. Nova Kristin says:

    We lost Logan when he was not quite two. We had company and had put him down for his nap in our bedroom. Our company left and I went to check on him. You can imagine my surprise at finding the bed empty. We looked under it and all around the room. There were two ways out but they both led into the hallway. We looked through the entire house. He was no where to be found. We ran next door to the neighbors we had visited earlier in the day thinking maybe he snuck out to play but they hadn’t seen them. It’s been 20 minutes and I am in full panic mode. I run home to grab the phone and call 911 when I got what I call a holy nudge. I went back to check the bedroom one more time with the phone in my hand. I go around the corner and there is a tiny arm sticking out of the closet. He had curled up in there and shut the door. It wasn’t a walk-in, just a little one with a bifold door. I never even thought of looking for him there, He had never opened it. I am still so grateful to have found him safe and for the prompt to go look one more time.

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    • sarahkwolfe says:

      Whew! That would scare me…we had one evening when I couldn’t find Maddie in the house. She had been happily playing in her room, and then she just was not anywhere. Went outside and the neighbors were outside enjoying the evening; it was just dusk and I didn’t think Maddie would venture out in the dark. Still, we couldn’t find her anywhere inside. We started looking on the street, but one of the boys came running out to tell us she was hiding under her crib. She had been playing hide-and-seek, but none of us knew!

      There is nothing like that feeling. Everything stops. So glad you were attentive to that nudge!!

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