This morning, before sitting down for coffee, I went on a hunt for my Bible. The hunt was unsuccessful. I figured it was probably buried under one of my piles of clean laundry… a folding task I have yet to tackle, but what's new?
So, I grabbed my Jesus Calling devotional instead and opened it up to today's reading.
It was spot on. As God's timely encouragement always does, it went right through my boggled feelings and emotions, straight to the core of me.
Minutes later, between sips of coffee and mouthfuls of oatmeal, I found myself singing "Your praise will ever be on my lips" with my Bekah. I cherished the moment. There aren't many sounds I love more than hearing my little girl sing worship songs.
Fast forward about an hour and the three of us (baby Rachel included) are in the car, headed to the super market to buy some essentials. We're halfway there when Bekah blurts out, "Mom, I have a game! Who can think the hardest without talking!"
I burst into laughter, knowing exactly where she learned that game. "That sounds like a game Daddy made up."
"Yes, it is!"
So we played.
And I lost.
Later in the day we were at the front desk of the library, speaking with the librarian about a $30 fee I owed (for something I didn't even realized I hadn't returned) when I heard the faint sound of my phone ringing. I finished my conversation and fished it out of the diaper bag. Seven missed calls from my husband. I figured something was wrong. We stepped outside together so I could return the call.
He answered, sounding frantic. "Are you and the girls okay???"
"Yeah, we're fine. We're at the library. What's wrong??"
"The police were at our house. The alarm was set off. They called my cell phone. I've been trying to reach you. I'm on my way home. I thought something was wrong."
"Oh, wow, okay. No, we're fine."
So, he came home early, thanks to some sort of motion that set our sensor off.
I stayed at the library for another 45 minutes or so, so we'd arrive home at the same time.
Although the officers had informed him (over the phone) that they'd walked around our house and everything was okay, I still didn't want to walk into our house alone.
So, we waited for Daddy.
And while we waited, I thanked God for the man He provided for me--- one whose presence brings us girls a strong sense of security.
He walked into our home ahead of us, accompanied by Chip (whom he'd retrieved out of our yard, for stranger sniffing purposes. Ya just never know.)
But I already knew everything was fine.
There was a peace in my core.
A peace that always rushes in on extra high levels when I meet with a crisis.
The peace of God that surpasses all human understanding.