The same God who provided a ram in the thicket for Abraham provided rescue and kindness following a terrifying situation I recently experienced.
On Sunday morning, my two best friends and I were packing and cleaning up from a fun weekend at the lake with our three families. Sarah and Jaclyn were in the living room with most of the 10 kids, while I was doing some laundry and inventorying our supplies before the upcoming rental seasons gets underway.
As I came up the stairs, I heard several people saying, “Where’s Rachel?” I ask that often, and usually find her hiding behind her rocking chair or beneath the utility sink. The kids started checking some hiding places, and others of us walked outside.
We couldn’t find her. I had no concept of time, but we’re talking several minutes at this point.
I looked more than once down along the shoreline, which is a fairly long walk from our house, and sent other kids up the long driveway. Rachel must have been in a blind spot caused by the curve of the land when I looked toward the water because then Sarah spotted her on the dock. Sarah later told me she moved quickly but slowly because she didn’t want to Rachel to jump into the lake and isn’t sure she was ever so relieved to touch another human.
I was relieved too. I made my way down and met them on their way back up to the house. I hugged Rachel tightly and the spanked her, immediately telling her she couldn’t go down there alone. I made it back to the house with my girl – the youngest among our three families – before I started sobbing. Worst-case scenarios and what-if circumstances flowed freely in my mind as I hugged my most fearless child who must have escaped the house while people were going in and out preparing to head to church.
I told her I was scared when I couldn’t find her. She growled like a monster. I reworded my statement: “I was so sad when I couldn’t find you.” She asked me why I was crying, so I repeated my answer. “Go fishing,” she said, offering her explanation about why she had ventured down to the dock where some dads and older kids were fishing the day before.
Those few minutes drained me and I loaded my family and our things into our minivan grateful we were all back together.
As I started processing the situation, I remembered several months ago I had asked Sarah, my friend who rescued Rachel from the dock, to pray for Rachel’s physical safety. My third-born child’s personality is full of curiosity and lacks fear. She thinks she can do anything the big kids do and does her best to keep up with them. She’s resourceful and persistent. All these qualities will take her far in life but wear me out as her mom.
Sarah has faithfully been praying from her home more than four hours away and then was the one to hand Rachel to me after a terrifying few moments. While texting a few days later, Sarah reminded me she had asked how she could pray for Rachel (and the rest of my family) on Dec. 11. The rescue she made to potentially save my daughter’s life happened exactly three months later. I can’t help but think God prepared her to be present this way.
God is our rescuer, and sometimes
he provides a friend to help.
I’m joining the Five Minute Friday crew with this post inspired by this week’s prompt: PROVIDE. Admittedly, it took me about twice the allotted five minutes to write, but this post has been brewing in my head and this seemed like the right time to tell it.