I’ll never forget the time I was babysitting my friend Sophia’s little girl Samantha. She was around five months old at the time, but she was really tiny because she only weighed two pounds when she was born. She was a really good baby. Very quiet and hardly ever cried.
It was a Saturday afternoon, in mid Spring. Our son Tuck, and Sarah, Samantha’s older sister, had a birthday party to go to, so I thought it would be fun to take Sam along for the ride. Tuck and Sarah were seven at the time, so they were excited about going to a party.
We pull up, and the kids bail out. I head in behind them, greet everyone, make some small talk, and then the fun begins! Pin the tail on the donkey! Yes! I’m playing birthday games, chatting it up with folks. Laughing, and having a big time. I guess we’d been there about an hour when Sarah comes up and says, “Christa, can we get the baby out now?”
It was like you see in the movies. The music stopped. My jaw hit the floor, right along with every other adult in the room. I stood frozen for what seemed like forever as everyone stared at me. I had totally forgotten about poor little Samantha! Thoughts started racing through my mind. Had she been crying the whole time? Was she thirsty? Was she scared? Thank God we weren’t at Walmart, I SO would’ve went to jail! How do I tell Sophia that I forgot her child? Or could I bribe the older children to be quiet? No, there were too many other witnesses. I had to tell her.
I ran outside, after the shock wore off, to find Sam sitting there pretty as a picture, not a tear in her eyes. Just staring with her big eyes she had not quite grown into yet. I grabbed her up and hugged her tightly. My friend’s grandpa walked by and said, “Hun, I opened the door so she could get a breeze.” Oh my gosh! There’s no telling what he thought of me. I just said ‘thank you’ and turned away.
I’ll never forget how it made me feel to realize I had been trusted with someone else’s child only to forget I even had her. I’ll also never forget how it felt to have to tell her parents. The dread. The fear that they would be so mad I could possibly lose a friend. Thankfully, I didn’t lose my friend, and they forgave me. They also let me keep their children again. That’s love right there!
Often times in life we treat God the same way. We’re so concerned about what we want to do and where we want to go, that we completely forget He’s with us. We run in the party, so to speak, and start playing games!
Fortunately, He never really leaves us. He’ll sit in the car, open the door to catch a breeze, and wait patiently for us to return. And when we tell Him we’re sorry, He always forgives us.
1John 1:9 says, But God is faithful and fair. If we admit that we have sinned, he will forgive us our sins. He will forgive every wrong thing we have done. He will make us pure.
I’m thankful that I have friends who can look past my mistakes, and still love me. I’m even more thankful that my God loves me enough to forgive my sins and will never, ever leave me!