we all have them. Moments that change our lives, moments that impact who we are or who we will become. They can happen every day or once a year.
I haven’t blogged this much in a while, but it seems we have had a mudslide of events the past few days and I must share it, I just need to get this immortalized so when I’m old and senile i can remember.
Abbie came up to me on Wednesday night and told me she was going to get baptized…she’s said this before and to be honest, I wasn’t sure if she was serious or not, so I told her to go talk to her dad. She marched up to him and said “Daddy, I am going to get baptized Sunday night” and with that, she moved on our preacher and told him, “Bro. Wayne, I want to get baptized this Sunday night, okay?” (she’s always SO tactful). Triumphant at last, she was SO happy. Well, she decided Saturday night that her daddy needed to baptize her – especially since it was his birthday, so I told her to speak to Bro. Wayne about it, well she didn’t have to, Bro. Wayne asked Tony if he’d like to do the honors………
A teary-eyed mom behind closed doors watched her little girl climb (actually nearly JUMP) into the baptismal waters and grab her daddy’s arm… “do you trust me?” he whispers… “yes, Daddy” she replies.. and Tony speaks and thanks God for our children and how although he received wonderful presents from the church and thanks God for them, THIS MOMENT tops it all for his birthday. THIS MOMENT was the best present he could have ever gotten. And she was baptized.
She bounded out of that water and was so excited, and a little chilly. The story should have ended there.
About 15 mins later, while chatting with some friends of ours and watching the guys load the van for the golf tournament…I get my arm nearly ripped off by my baby girl, who is in tears and panicking. She can’t breathe, literally…she is gasping for air……..
I am not one to panic in most situations, I may fall to pieces later, but I can handle myself fairly well… I sat her down and tried to figure out what was going on. “mama, *gasp* my throat *gasp* i can’t breathe *gasp*:” WHOA this is serious, she can’t breathe and her throat is swelling. It was noticably swollen… she wasn’t turning blue and was crying so at least that was a plus. We tried to sip water, but she said her throat was on fire and it felt like she was being choked.
HOME – NOW. The only reason we didn’t go to the E.R. was because she was talking and her lips never turned blue. She was having an allergic reaction, but to what????? It took about 2 hours for her breathing to go back to normal and until the next day for her throat to feel better…… we don’t know what caused it, and we covet your prayers.
That night, as we drove home, I found myself in earnest prayer as I held my baby girl in my arms…
” Lord, I know she’s not mine, I gave her to you so long ago, but I’m not ready to let her go just yet. Please Lord, help her – don’t let anything happen to her…… but Lord, if it’s your will to take her, give me the strength Lord, help me to be strong whatever you decide……..”
moments, split seconds – change your life – I pray that I am ready for every moment God brings me……..