him there. Especially since we were told that there have been break
ins on our street. I pay extra attention to noises and check all the
rooms if I've been gone. I'm not too exceptionally worried, just aware
and prayerful. Ok, maybe a little paranoid. :)
Our sleep is all messed up with Brad gone too. The babies are
definitely aware that something is amiss because Daddy isn't home for
bedtime.
A couple nights ago, we went to sleep after 10 but Sara woke up again
around 12:30 or so. I put a movie in for her and we laid in bed
watching it. Sara was laying where she could see into the living room.
I've been leaving the kitchen light on so it's not light enough in the
bedroom to hinder sleep, but light enough to see in there and deter
criminals, hopefully.
So there we are, watching our movie, and suddenly Sara sits straight
up and stares into the living room. "Who's dat?" she says. Her gaze
never left the living room. She hopped down and ran into the living
room, faced the kitchen (not the front door, like she would be if she
heard something and thought Brad was home), and said "Hi!" I got out
of bed and ran in there beside her, and she was intently looking at
something, but there was nothing there!
Now, I am NOT the kind of person that sees ghosts in the closet and
leprechauns in my cereal box. I do however believe in angels as
described in the Bible.
So standing there with my daughter, my first thought was, "It's an
angel, and I'm in my underwear (and t-shirt, but I wasn't worried
about that part!)!!!"
It was a very cool, weird, kinda creepy, awesome experience. But I've
been a bit more modest around the house lately. :)
1 comment:
What a cool story!
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