Before I tell you what I did, I want to explain “leaving.” I’m not talking about the casual departure. I’m talking about a “leaving” where it leaves a ghostly look on your face and a ghastly feeling in your heart. I’m talking about a bad kind of leaving. So what did I do? In 2007, on a hot summer night in South Florida, our family pulled into the garage. I swiftly grabbed my purse and groceries and went inside. There we were: Raul reclining and watching TV; DJ playing with his trucks; and I was putting away groceries. “Raul, where’s Andy?” I asked. He said, “I don’t know.” I asked, “Didn’t you bring him in?” Raul asserted, “No, I thought you did.” I screamed, “Raul, oh my gosh, we left him strapped in the car!!” I ran to the garage, there was Andy in his car-seat inside the car in the garage: no light, no sound, no way to be heard, no one with him. A 2-year old who couldn’t help himself and no one could help him. With a frozen, fearful countenance, he was tearing from his eyes, but not crying from his mouth. The bad kind of leaving. Though I doted on Andy for the rest of that night, and prayed, “God, please take this from his memory,” I couldn’t part with the fact that I left him. Years later, this begs the question: who’s left us? Because if someone has left any of us in the proverbial garage, there is someone who never will… God. God will NEVER leave us. God will NEVER miss the sound of our tears. God will never close the door on His way in. What I did to Andy, God will NEVER do to you. This world causes pain when it leaves us, doesn’t it? But God is not of this world. It may be human nature to leave. It is God’s nature to stay. I hope this encourages someone today.
“The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you” Deuteronomy 31:8