Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Guardian Angels

I had a scary experience last night. We were at a friends house for a BBQ and they have a large inflatable slide that has sprinklers at the top so it becomes a waterslide. All the kids were playing and the baby was toddling around on the grass. I saw the older kids dash to the other side of the yard and I watched Rowan walk over to the slide and try to climb up, but I didn't stop him because I figured he would just crawl up there and splash in the little bit of water at the bottom of the slide. I was talking with a friend and out of the corner of my eye I saw a weird splashing on the slide. I couldn't see Rowan though. My heart dropped and I raced over there to find him on his back, completely submerged in a pool of water that had gathered at the base. He couldn't turn himself over. I have this image seared on my brain of his blue eyes round with terror, looking at me from under the water and his little mouth opening and closing and his arms and legs flailing. I grabbed him up and hung him upside down and pounded on his little back. I don't know if that's the right thing to do or not but I couldn't think of anything else. It took about 12 seconds for him to finally take a breath and it was the longest 12 seconds of my life. 

He cried, I cried. I held his little body so tightly and the first thought I had was this verse from Matthew 18:10 that says "For I tell you that their (guardian) angels always see the face of my Father in heaven." All last night and this morning when I replay it in my mind, that verse comes up to the surface and I am so thankful. So thankful that even when my back is turned, my kids are protected, are watched over. That doesn't mean nothing bad will ever happen to them, but I have peace in remembering that verse, that Jesus has put an angel there to watch over them. 

It was a close call, but Rowan is fine. When we got home we were exhausted. We got all the boys in bed and while I was brushing my teeth I hear Jarrod exclaim from the other room. 

"What's the matter?" I asked. 

"There's a grasshopper in our bed." 

"A real grasshopper?" 

"Yeah, a real grasshopper." He held up a little plastic cup filled with grass and a lid with poked holes. I heard him go down the hall and ask Haydn about it, and Haydn's little voice saying,

"Oh! There he is, I've been looking for him." 

It was an eventful day at our house. 

3 comments:

  1. There is nothing more terrifying than those moments. Hug to you.

    Heather

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  2. Oh! I am so thankful that he is ok!! Really cute story of the grasshopper too:).

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  3. Praise God that he's ok! Those moments are awful. The grasshopper ending was perfect too--life is never dull with boys!

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