My husband and our son.
Many years ago when my son was just a baby, we lived on the end of a not-so-nice street. There were a few dealers and just some all-around shady characters living on our block, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary to see a police car or two. Well, one night it got a little crazier than normal.
At about sunset there was a knock at my door. There was a police woman there, and she told us to stay inside the house and away from the windows because there was a stand-off across the street. Apparently a man had taken his ex-girlfriend hostage and was threatening to shoot her and the police if they didn’t leave.
Well, I was home alone with my 8 year old girl and baby boy. I was pretty nervous, so I called my husband at work to see if it was possible for him to come home early. He was going to see if it was and call me back.
It was getting later, it was completely dark outside, the situation hadn’t been resolved, and I still hadn’t heard from my husband. I decided to try to get the kids to bed anyway and went to the back door to check (for at least the 3rd time) that it was locked.
As I was reaching for the door to check the lock, I saw a dark figure jump our backyard fence and come running straight for the door. My heart stopped and I think time stood still. All at once so many thoughts were rushing through my head.
“It’s the suspect! He got away!”
“He’s going to hold my family hostage now!”
“What do I have nearby that I can whack him with?”
“Where can I hide the kids?”
“Can we make it out the front door and into the car before he gets us?”
I don’t know how I thought all these things at once, but I did. As the figure got closer, right as I was about to panic, I saw that I recognized the shirt. It was a shirt from my husband’s company. I looked closer, and sure enough it was my husband.
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding and opened the door to him.
I have NEVER felt so relieved in my life!
Turns out he was able to get off a little early but rushed home without thinking to call me back. When he got to our street, it was completely blocked off with a policeman turning everyone away. He sat and argued with him for a few minutes and even tried to show him his ID to prove that he lived on the block, but the police wouldn’t budge and told him he would have to wait to go home until after the situation resolved.
Well this was just unacceptable for my husband. He had his wife and kids at home and he had to be there to protect them. So he went and parked a few blocks away, and started jumping over all our neighbors fences until he got to our house.
I was so relieved to see him, and so relieved that someone else didn’t see him and think exactly what I had thought at first!
An hour or so later the standoff came to an end and the police went back door to door letting everyone know it was safe again. But I had felt safe ever since my man got home!
My husband had done whatever it took to get home to his family. He had jumped fences and put himself in danger just so that he could make sure that we were taken care of.
Our Heavenly Father is the same way. He came to earth in the form of man and experienced all the pain and sorrows we experience, as well as the joys, so that He could better relate to us. Our Lord chose to go to the cross and pay for our sins-for the sins of you, and me, and all mankind-so that we wouldn’t have to. He paid the penalty for us so that we could one day live in Heaven with Him.
God did whatever it took to bring His children back to Him, all we have to do is accept Him.
If you haven’t already, please check out my page, Going to Heaven. God wants a relationship with you-He will do whatever it takes.