Something was wrong at the Crayola Experience play area. Instead of hearing the happy shouts of children high above us, there was a mass exodus as someone shouted, "A little kid got sick up there and he's crying!"
My husband immediately realized our oldest grandson (age 3) was still up there in one of the tunnels and he was probably the little kid who was not only sick and frightened but also alone. Though he didn't know for sure, my husband did what any good grandfather would do. He went into rescue mode immediately.
A few days later, in a weekly email to the prayer team at our church, he wrote:
Yesterday afternoon the family met at Crayola Experience at the Mall of America to celebrate the birthday of my grandson.To make a long story short, my grandson climbed to the top of the playground, started coughing, got sick, and started crying. Grandpa (me) climbed up through the narrow passages and reached my crying grandson. When he saw me, he gave me a big hug and I carried him down to safety.
David says in Psalm 18:
18 They confronted me in the day of my calamity, but the Lord was my support.
19 He brought me out into a broad place; he rescued me, because he delighted in me.
Let's look at it from our perspective. When we are in trouble, we cry out and the LORD rescues us. We feel safe and loved.
Have you ever thought about it from God's perspective? He delights in taking care of His children. Like a good father (or grandfather), He comes in, scoops us up, and carries us to safety. All we have to do is trust Him and hang on.
From where we were standing, we were unable to hear the cries of our grandson but God hears each and every cry. Furthermore, unlike my husband, He sees us.
I am also reminded that just because my grandson couldn't see Grandpa coming, did not mean Grandpa was not coming to his rescue. It only meant he couldn't see him yet. How many times have we assumed God is not coming to our rescue simply because we do not see Him yet?
This is when we must walk by faith and not sight. We must stand upon the promises of God and trust Him... no matter what!
P.S. After getting cleaned up as well as getting lots of hugs and kisses from his Daddy (who had been elsewhere with his little brother),Grandpa, Grandma and Great-Grandma, my grandson was fine. He has asthma and had gone into a coughing fit which made him sick. That happens sometimes. Once things settled down, he was eager to take off on yet another adventure and this time there was no need to be rescued.