This Sunday, I was getting ready to lead the music at the front of the chapel just as the prelude music was ending, when I once again took notice of the empty bench that Haven was saving for our family. I had come early with Dallin and Haven. Jeff and the younger kids were just minutes behind us, but they had not yet arrived.
Then it hit
me. I had taken Jeff’s keys, since I was driving his car, but had not
left my own keys behind. It was possible there was a spare he could
use, but I wasn’t sure, and that empty bench seemed to call out
I felt terrible as I envisioned my family stranded at home--
all dressed up with no place to go. I considered darting from the
chapel and racing home to get them, but no, it was time for the opening
hymn. After the song, I once again considered making a quick getaway,
but before I could act, it was time for the next hymn. I led
that song too, then raced outside to check my phone-- a message. From
“Oh, hi, Mom? Do you think you could bring us some keys so
we could get to church? Ok, thanks, bye.” Funny kid.
I called, no
I drove home. The house was empty.
I did notice Lydia’s
sandals were on the stairs, and the umbrella stroller was gone, but not
the double stroller. They were walking. Even Lydia.
I drove the route
I thought they would take, but didn’t find them. I drove back along a
slightly different route. Still, no luck.
Finally, after a short
prayer, they appeared up the road in front of me, about a mile and a
half from home-- a beautiful family in their Sunday best-- Lydia in
tennis shoes and socks.
I helped them get loaded in the car while I
apologized to them for taking their keys. They cheerfully commented
that they got to eat blackberries, and Lydia said, “You rescued us!”
They were a pretty cheerful group for having spent the last thirty
minutes on a long, hot walk. Incidentally, today Jeff took my two
booster seats in his car to work.
“Ha ha, we’ll see how she likes