Memorial Box Monday--God's All Seeing Eye

So, I was thinking about this story as the possibility for my next Memorial Box post...and then I went to Linny's blog. Go there and see...do you think it was a sign?

And, I was thinking about my summer and possibly NOT posting a Memorial Box post...and then Josie-Tatum brought up the Memorial Box we have in our home yesterday in Sunday School. Do you think my children are getting the idea? God has been active in our lives before we were even born. Let us not forget.

So this story took place at one of my favorite places...you'll recognize it.

And, Josie-Tatum was just a couple of months younger than she is here:


I don't know why, but she and I were the only ones swimming that day. We had been in the pool for a while. One time she asked me if she could take off her "swimmies," and I said, "No."

At some point during our swim, my daddy came home from work. (The pool we love belongs to Grandma and Grandpa, you know.) I swam to the deep end of the pool so I could say hello to my daddy.

We were talking, and I don't know how long. He was on the opposite side of the fence, and he couldn't really see the pool. But, then I had this feeling.

Moms know the feeling.

Something's not quite right.

Why is it so quiet?

I turned around to see only the top of Josie-Tatum's head.

I didn't have any idea how long she had been in the water. She had taken off her swimmies. She must have been on the ladder and just slipped in the pool, because there had not been a sound, not a splash.

I screamed! I screamed, "Daddy!" I don't know what else I might have screamed. I just know I continued to scream.

I was trying to walk/run around the edge of the pool, where there is a ledge...even in the deep end.

It finally occurred to me that I could swim in the water much faster than I could walk.

I swam as fast as I could to Josie-Tatum and picked her up. I took her up the ladder quickly and sat on the pool deck. She still wasn't making a sound.

I squeezed her belly, and water came out of her mouth.

Then, she began to cry.

At that point, I lost it. I began to cry. I was shaking, and I don't know of any time in my life when I have shaken any more than I did that day.

Daddy had made it through the gate and up the pool deck. It seemed like minutes, but I suppose it was only seconds, and I made it to Josie-Tatum much faster than I realized.

As Josie-Tatum was crying, Daddy said, "You're okay. I think it's your mama who we need to worry about now."

That night, as we were going to sleep, Josie-Tatum said, "I kept looking for my mama." Can you feel my heart?

And, today, I can still get upset when I think about it. But....I can think about it now and thank my Jesus. I don't know how long Josie-Tatum had been under the water, but I do believe it was the LORD who told me to turn around. I thank Him for that still small voice, that sixth sense He has given mothers. I thank Him for all of the times His all-seeing eye has kept a watch on my children. He is our Protecter.

I'm not sure what I will put in the Memorial Box to remember....but I want my children to remember that God watches over them. (Any thoughts on what to put in there?)

And, don't forget, go see what Linny's Memorial Box post was this week.