Ok, so tonight the girls wanted to visit another church. This church was "Clara's church" for a long time, and they have a "cool bus" that comes to pick the kids up and brings them home. They love it. They were so excited about going to church.
Today is Mary's birthday. She turns 11 years old. We celebrated with a strawberry shortcake, our favorite and homemade chicken and dumplings. She got a Roblox gift card which she was thrilled about. Then she did 2 hours of school and immediately jumped on Roblox when she was done. She was a happy girl. :) <3
Then it came time to get ready for church. Clara was happy to be going, she wanted to see her church family and friends and Kathryn was thrilled to go too. Mary was ok until she stepped outside and she sat down and looked at me and Mom, and said she didn't know why, but she was scared to get on the bus. She said she wanted to go to church, but she didn't want to get on the bus. When she got on the bus, she looked back at me and had a really nervous look on her face.
She sat down anyway, they waved bye as the bus pulled away down our hill and I went inside to start on school. Johnnie called and I talked to him, then I started school and about halfway through Mom comes in my room telling me to "stay calm, the kids are ok but"...I didn't hear anything coherently after that, I heard "bus...fire...kids..."
My heart stopped y'all. Three of my babies were on that bus. All of my girls. It's Mary's birthday. I barely remember snatching the keys, running out of the front door and taking off in the car. I sped past the police cars and flew up the hill behind our house to see the kids standing on the side of the road and the firefighters standing around the bus.
Clara saw me first, or maybe I saw her, I don't know. But she started walking toward me. Then I saw Mary, then Kathryn. Another bus was sitting beside me on the road. I don't even know which one of us got there first. The lady who talked to me when they got on the bus came to talk to me, but I didn't hear a word she said...I just kept asking if my kids were ok, even though I could see they were, I couldn't stop saying it. "Are they ok?" "Are they ok?"
Mary came and put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Can I come home with you?" I of course told her to get in the car. But Clara and Kat wanted to go on the new bus. That one wasn't on fire, so I let them go.
I just kept hugging Mary when we got home.
Man, I couldn't even see straight y'all. I don't know how I drove that car to where they were. My mind was floating. That's the only way I can explain the feeling. Everything was blurry around me and my nerves felt like fire in my veins. I still haven't stopped shaking completely and it's been about an hour.
I would not handle something bad happening to my kids, y'all. I have always felt that way, and now I know for sure... If something happens to one of my babies, you might as well shoot me. Put me down. Cause I am not going to be any good to anyone anymore after that.
They are safe now. And they were safe then. God was holding my babies. Thank you, God! Thank you!
Whom Shall I Fear
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