miracles pt 2

We were still caravaning with D's dad and sister at this point--she being newly arrived from India and traveling from her parents' house in Chico to her home base in Colorado Springs, her dad coming along to help get her there safely--but were in Southern Colorado and were about to part ways. We all stopped at a really cute organic, VERY Santa Cruzian restaurant unexpectedly appearing on the outskirts of some small Colorado town, to have lunch and say goodbye to dad and sister. We parked outside and most of us went in to look at the menu and take turns using the restroom. E had a messy diaper, but for once I handed him off to D to change, so I could go order food for the family. G was sitting in the front seat picking up a mess of spilled colored pencils she had just made on the deep minivan dashboard. I ordered, used the restroom, and when I came out, saw D and asked, "Where is E?" He replied, out in the car. "With who?" "He is sitting on the front seat, but it's ok, G is sitting next to him." I started to tell D that it was not safe to leave him on a seat with only G to watch, since she would not pay good enough attention to keep him safe, when literally my scalp started to prickle and I rushed outside to the car. Sure enough, E was laying crosswise on the front passenger seat, having fallen over in trying to reach something between the seats that looked interesting, and in his wiggling, now his lower half was hanging over the side, three feet of nothing but air between him and the drive of big, rough loose aggregate. He could not have hung there 30 seconds more.

G was sitting immediately next to him on the front edge of the same seat, her back to him, her attention on the pencils she was gathering and lesiurely putting in order.

I was not mad at D or anything--he could not anticipate as well as I could the likely consequences. That's what being the mommy is all about! But I did not rescue E from danger--the Holy Spirit did.