The Still Small Voice

I have to write this down and record this experience before I forget the feelings or forget the instance.

The kids are in bed, I'm in my bedroom listening to the radio and cleaning out some cupboards in the bathroom (nesting). I know that the kids are playing in the other room, but they usually just get back in bed and go to sleep. I kind of feel like I should go check on them, but I decide to finish the cupboard I'm working on.

It's getting more awkward to get up and down when I'm sitting on the floor and I want to just finish the rest of my project, besides I can't really hear the kids that much, I sort of hear Damon a little, but it sounds like he's by the door whining and I usually don't give in to that. Just as I'm about to start the next cupboard I decide that okay I'll go check on them, and hopefully that will be it for the night and then they'll go to sleep, I can finish my project and then just go to bed and not have to go in and turn on the light anymore.

I walk in the door and Logan is cowering in his bed. I can't see Damon anywhere, but I can hear a muffled crying. They have their dresser cupboard that they like to play hide and seek in, but Damon is not there. Then I realize what had happened. Damon and Logan had been playing with a big storage container that I have been putting Damon's clothes that he grows out of in. The top of the container is latched shut. I open it up and there is my Damon scared to death and ridiculously hot from being stuck in there who knows how long. I know it was an accident and I'm sure both of them were taking turns climbing in and out of the box.

I got pretty upset with Logan and after consoling Damon I talked with Logan and apologized for getting so mad, but tried to explain to him how dangerous that was and that Damon couldn't breath....I think he got the message, I hope he did, I was sobbing by then.

I think this is one of the first times and true testament to me to how soft the Spirit whispers and I was lucky enough to be granted a second chance to listen. If I had not gone in there I probably would have later that evening when all was quiet turned out the light and not even really checked to see if the kids were in bed and Damon would have been stuck in the airtight container all night and I can't imagine, or at least don't want to imagine what could have happened.

I am so grateful to a Father in Heaven who loves his little boys enough to help me hear enough to take care of them. I have since moved the container into the closet where they can't get into it, I'm just glad something worse didn't have to happen to teach me that lesson. I know that I will definitely be listening a lot more closely for those little promptings that sometimes don't even really feel like a prompting.