Friday, September 7, 2007

My Miracle

It's been a while since I have had the time to stop and blog. Last month I had one of the worst days of my life. Carson and I had been out running errands. He fell asleep on the way home. I decided to go open the door to the house and then come back and get Carson. As I opened the door, I clicked the button to open the car doors just to make sure they were unlocked. I threw my purse and keys in the door and went back outside to get Carson. As soon as I closed the door, I realized I locked it. I ran to the shed to get the spare key. I searched and searched and could not find the key. I started to panic because neither of my neighbors were home. Jordan wouldn't be home for 3 or 4 hours. I ran back to the car to get Carson out. At least I had made certain the doors were unlocked. However when I got back to the car, the doors were locked. I panicked! This is one of those moments that you hate as a mother. It's a feeling you cannot even describe. Apparently my Gallant has a "safety feature" that locks the car back if you haven't opened the doors within a certain amount of time from unlocking them. I ran back and forth from the car to the shed. I was looking for something to pry open the door with or a key I had overlooked. The worst part was when Carson woke up and started crying. The entire time I just kept praying for a miracle. This was the hardest I have ever prayed in my entire life and I have been praying since I could talk. I kept trying to get Carson to undo his car seat (which I know he cannot do). If he was out of his seat he could easily unlock the door. All of the sudden I grabbed a screw driver and just started trying to get in. Somehow within 3 minutes I was able to open the door. I ran and grabbed Carson who was hysterically crying. I just held on to him as tight as I could. Looking back, it was amazing that I was able to stay calm and think during the whole ordeal but as soon as I had him in my arms, I had a panic attack. I am so grateful for my baby boy. I know he's two, but he's still my baby and I could not even imagine life without him. This experience has made my faith grow immensely. I now fully know the power of prayer. I am so grateful for my own personal miracle.

2 comments:

Julie said...

Scary! Glad it all it worked out.

Alice Wills Gold said...

What would we do without our little miracles? The children and the other answers to prayers are truly tender mercies.