Thy Will Be Done

Dear Sisters,

Thursday, August 6 started out like any other day.  I woke up, had breakfast, took a shower and started the list of chores that I had designated for the day.  My husband had gotten up very early to participate in a 5:00 AM telephone conference.  By 10:00 AM he lay down for a nap and I had decided to take a peek at my email since it was a quiet activity.

A phone call came in just as he started to fall asleep and I ran to pick up the phone, but it was too late.  He had heard the ring and I could hear his frustration at having been awakened so quickly from his much needed nap.  The words "B is missing", spoken by my elder daughter put me in a state of utter confusion.  "What do you mean she's missing?" B's manager at the firm where they both work had called to see if L knew why B hadn't shown up at work that day.

It was 10:00 AM!  "Did you call her phone?" I asked.  "Yes! She's not answering.  Mom should I go see if she's at the townhouse? Her roommate isn't answering her phone either."  But, L was on a deadline and besides, I could hear the fear in her voice.

P and I prayed together right there in the kitchen.  It was the very first thing we did.  We turned to our God, to our Father and put our fear and our love into the short heartfelt prayer.

A quick look at the ADOT website showed that the traffic in the direction that she would have gone was moving smoothly.  No accidents had been reported.  Not wanting to waste any time, I decided to drive to the townhouse to see if she was there.

Your mind goes through so many scenarios in just a few minutes of time.  A kaleidoscope of calamities ran through my head.  I didn't know what I would be walking into.  I turned to the only thing that made any sense at that moment...prayer.

God himself gave me the grace to say to Him from the depths of my heart, "Thy will be done!"  I asked Mary to be with her.  I prayed to her Guardian Angel.  And I told God that if she was already with Him, that I would need the strength to accept it.

At 10:15 AM a call came from my husband over the Bluetooth in the car.  "I have her.  She overslept. She can't imagine how she could have slept that long, but apparently she must have turned off her phone alarm and kept on sleeping."

I lived a lifetime in that 15 minutes and died a thousand deaths.

God was with me through every heart-wrenching second of time,  He never left me, He never wavered.  He carried me through the fear to true faith.  The old saying that there are no atheists in a fox hole is something that I could attest to.

I am so grateful that at this moment in time, all is well with my world.  My children are healthy and safe.  My husband is a rock of strength and God is my fortress.

Dear Father,
Thank you for every moment with my family.
When they were young and living with me I would lay in bed filled with gratitude that they were under my roof.
I am not with them all the time now, but you are.
Thank you dearest God for allowing me to parent my children.
Thank you sweet Lord for the love we have as a family.
And as they walk their journey of life, please guide and protect them every step of the way.
Lord please keep away all evil influences of drugs, alcohol, promiscuity, and unworthy companions. I humbly ask that you send them virtuous and worthy companions.  I pray for their souls.
Jesus I trust in you!
Amen!