March 9 – “The rescue”

We were invited to have supper in LaMarque yesterday.  That's a small town in Texas about 12 miles north of Galveston.  It's where Kel recently started as pastor of a church.  Chris hadn't yet seen the house they moved into, so we were excited about heading up there.  Of course getting to see Jachin, Micah, and Josiah had nothing to do with our excitement.    Cailyn was over for the day as well.  Her Dad was working and her Mom was studying, so she joined Nani and DadDad for the journey into Texas.  Any opportunity for the cousins to get together is a great chance for their bonding to take place.  Of course, bonding between a girl and three boy cousins looks a little different than the wild and crazy football, baseball, action figure, Legos filled episodes that result when just the guys gather.  Now, Cailyn does her best to prove she can keep up with the rowdiest of the boys.  But she still has that pink tinge to her spirit.  It makes for an odd result sometimes.  And yesterday was no exception.  As he boys dove into the Lego room and began the latest installment in the ongoing saga of Iron Man vs. whatever evil criminal mastermind happens to show up, Cailyn made her way into the baby's room.  She located a stuffed dog, which became her baby.  She lavished affection on the unsuspecting canine, and finally decided it was time for the creature to take a nap.  The crib was right there, so she tossed the little guy in and proceeded to scale the heights after him.   What happened next is not completely clear.  Micah was in there with her, and he wasn't talking.  Some kind of cousin bond, "I'm not telling" moment, no doubt, between the four year old and the two year old.  But Chris heard Cailyn's cries first and hustled to check out the situation.  When she walked in, Micah was on the floor, eyes wide and mouth agape.  The stuffed animal was sleeping comfortably in the crib.  Cailyn, however, was in a predicament.  Apparently, in her effort to join the sleeping stuffed one, her foot had slipped in between the crib bars.  That caused her to lose her balance, which in turn led to the foot turning just enough to become lodged.  She tried to push off as she had certainly done many times before in similar circumstances, but alas, the foot remained in position.  So instead of landing on her feet as she had hoped, she dangled from the bed, held aloft by the one entangled foot, with one hand holding her off the floor, in some kind of twisted, gymnastics pose of Olympic proportions.   Chris rescued her forthwith (I've always wanted to use that word in an appropriate context), and checked her over from head to toe.  After a brief cry, always suitable response in such a setting, Cailyn was ready to move on to her next adventure.  It took Chris a little longer to recover, but I'm happy to say she is now fine as well.   Isaiah 50:10 says, "Who among you fears the Lord and obeys the word of his servant?  Let him who walks in the dark, who has no light, trust in the name of the Lord and rely on his God."   Father, thank you for the light bulb that clicks on when we are smart enough to turn the switch to "trust."  Amen.