As we sat in the sanctuary awaiting the beginning of my daughter’s Christmas program, someone came over the intercom asking if there was a doctor, that a doctor was needed. At that moment, a huge crowd flocked to an area diagonally from where we were sitting. So much commotion and we couldn’t tell what was going on, nor did we realize anything was going on prior to the announcement. I stood up and we witnessed a group of individuals lifting another individual up out of the pew and they laid them on the floor. They immediately began chest compressions. The Head of School was calling what appeared to be 911 on his phone and then he walked up to pray over the situation with the entire room. Once prayer was lifted, they asked everyone to exit the sanctuary. We all piled across the Church halls and some watched as paramedics rushed in. After what seemed like a good half hour or more, they took the individual out on a stretcher, it didn’t look good. The Christmas program was postponed and everyone was in shock of what we all just witnessed and so worried for the individual (whom at that point, I wasn’t really sure who it was).
I went back in to get our jackets and pick up my daughter who was crying and worried that it was her MeMe. The rest of the evening is such a blur, so many emotions. I later found out, the lady went to be with our Lord and her daughter was a Kindergartener at my daughter’s school. My heart sank even more. How? How could this little girl go on without her mother? How was she going to survive the Christmas season that was just around the corner? How was she going to be cared for? How could I have been so close and feel so helpless? So many thoughts raced through my head. I prayed, requested prayer, and the entire school was praying for this lady, her daughter, and family.
That took place on a Friday evening and by the grace of God, the little girl returned to school that following Monday. My daughter saw her in the lunch room and gave her a hug. The school has handled this devastating situation in the most amazing way. They’ve provided counseling, covered tuition for the sweet little girl, the head of school specifically spoke to every class, it’s been an amazing outpouring of support. My daughter said her class made the little girl a big card and each personally wrote something on it. She told me she wrote “God Bless You” and drew a picture of herself holding out a heart. I didn’t really know how much the situation had affected my daughter specifically until the following Thursday night.
We were sitting in the car waiting on her tumbling class to begin when the song Christmas Shoes was playing. I mentioned how sweet the video and song is and she wanted to watch it. About half way through, she was bawling and handed me the phone. I get choked up during that song as well and I know she’s a very emotional, wear her heart on her sleeve little girl as well. I just hugged her and told her how sweet the song is and she then expressed all that she was feeling. She was completely a mess worried about this little girl who lost her mom at such a young age and right here at Christmas, too. She told me that when she sometimes says mean things to me, she doesn’t mean it but is just frustrated. I explained that I understood and we all are guilty of doing that, it was okay. She then told me with big ole tears welded up in her eyes and falling down her cheeks, “I don’t want that to happen to you, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” It took all I had not to break down with her. I just hugged her tight and told her that I love her so much and to not worry, that Jesus was in control and knew everything that was going to happen and when. We just need to really enjoy each minute that we are given and not take them for granted.
It was a real eye opener for the both of us. Since then, I’ve really found myself looking at situations where I in the past would be quick to raise my voice or get mad, calmly react and not make such a big deal over the small stuff. I’ve found myself truly trying to enjoy every minute. It’s hard to not take things for granted but when I constantly remember that little girl and how that moment in that sanctuary happened completely unexpectedly, it’ll really put a lump in your throat. Life is so precious and can be taken from us or someone we love, when we least expect it. Truly, cherish every moment.