What A Wake Up Call

Last night our little pumpkin fell and hit the side of her eye on the furniture. It left a little cut but I could tell it was very painful for her. Any time I see Eve in any kind of pain I just want to make it all better. I quickly grabbed her and held her close. Cleaned up her cut gave her a bottle and put her to bed. Later that evening I called my parents and told them about Eve they insisted that we should get a walker. More like demanded that we should get a walker. I agreed. We had one for the whole summer but I gave it away because we didn't have room to pack it. Anyhow after talking with my parents I just felt a huge desire to make our home more child friendly. I thought I started off pretty good. I got the plastic plug gins and put them all over the house. I got the soft cushion and placed it on all the corners on the coffee table. That should do it right? Well, not with this apartment the way it's set up there is so much more to be done. For instance by our toilet there is a huge nail that pokes up. Who ever did the toilet was just plain lazy. They just got whatever screw was around, definitely not one that fits perfectly. The screw pops out about 2 inches. I've been closing the bathroom door so she cant go in there or I place a little basket in front of it. My worst fear about that dumb screw is that Eve will fall on it and gush out her eye. You are probably thinking "why don't you just switch the screws with a shorter one". Well we tried and we would have to remove the whole toilet that has been cocked and sealed to the ground. Anyhow I was thinking about solutions to this problem last night. As well as any other hazardous things that can be fixed and I felt strong about this. I later discussed this with Mark so we could do something about it. Shortly after we went to bed. While I was sleeping I had this horrible dream. This dream felt SO REAL it was scary! I dreamt that Mark, Eve and I were on a ship at sea. We were playing inside this steam room on the ship. Eve accidentally touched something and I had this prompting to leave the ship. I ignore the prompting, thinking that I was just imagining things. Shortly after the ship made a loud noise and as quick as anything could move the ship started to sink. I jumped out of the room so I could have a better chance of swimming up, but as I tried to swim up the force of the water was pulling me down. I didn't give up. I kept trying to swim up and remain calm. I knew eventually the ship would have to touch bottom and finally it did. About 300 feet below sea level. I finally reached the surface gasping for air and ended up in my old house in Hawaii. I realized that my family was trapped in that room 300 feet under the sea. I cried and cried so hard! I knew I wasn't able to swim all the way down there, find them and swim all the way back up. I would die to. As I thought about this Mark popped up out of the water and I was so relieved. But he was by himself. Eve was still trapped and the time kept ticking and ticking. I knew we had to do something quick. Before she wouldn't have a chance to live. For some reason I felt that Eve and her mother was trapped. Although I was on the surface. I begged Mark to go down and get them. I gave him a goggle and told him if he went down there and felt that he couldn't make it all the way to quickly come back up because I couldn't bear losing the two of you. He quickly went down to save them. I anxiously waited, and waited. When he finally came up he brought a stroller with him. And I asked "where is Eve?" Oh yes, he said and went back down. I kept thinking so much time has passed I hope she's still alive. I thought about how scared she must have been not being able to breathe. My mind kept racing with this thought of my baby feeling pain. I kept crying and praying, crying and praying. I remember making deals with the Lord that if he would just bring her back to life that I would do ANYTHING! Finally Mark came back up and he brought up with him some toy. He kept bringing up materialistic things. Things that I thought I cared about but at the moment meant NOTHING to me. I just wanted my baby! Mark tried to tell me that it was impossible to get Eve. I kept denying it and hoping that I could find a way. The pain was indescribable! My family from Hawaii had appeared in the scene and I tried to explain to them that Eve was gone. And I could hardly get one word out of my mouth because I was crying so much. They tried to comfort me but I didn't want to be comforted I just wanted my baby so bad. I just wanted to die so my spirit could be with hers. I hurt so bad. I finally woke up and I was crying in real life. I must have cried so hard in my dreams that when I woke up the tears were real. I kept telling myself in my mind it was a dream, Eve's ALIVE. Everything is OKAY! But I was so freaked out about my dream I wanted to run in Eve's room and hug and never let her go. I couldn't because It was way to early in the morning. At that point I couldn't go back to sleep all I could think about was Eve and what that dream possibly could have meant. My realization is this; When God gives you a prompting you DO IT! Not later but RIGHT A WAY! I've discovered that we are not in charge of the consequence. The consequence could be small or it could be HUGE! To avoid the consequence we must be OBEDIENT to the Holy Spirit. God loves us. So much that he blesses us with His Spirit to GUIDE us in this life. I'm so grateful that our Heavenly Father loves us so much! I'm so grateful for Mark and Eve in my life. Life is just not worth living with out them. I tell you what, when I heard Eve cry this morning it was the SWEETEST sound I ever heard.

P.s. The prompting about making our home a safer place for Eve, .....Done


What should Eve be for Halloween?


A Lion



A Tiger


A Puppy

Or a Lady Bug