Hugs were given to the ladies who attended the Delta Christian Women’s Retreat. At the door, I spoke to each one who struggled to overcome addiction and whispered words of encouragement.
After a full day of speaking, I had planned on spending the night at Gaye’s house who is the women’s ministry leader and it was my understanding that I would follow Gaye and her neighbor home after the retreat. The last few ladies trickled out of the church doors.
Gaye’s neighbor approached me and said, “We are leaving,” and rushed out the door. I found it strange that they were in such a hurry so I left my station at the door and scurried to collect my belongings.
Rushing out to the parking lot, I caught a faint glimpse of them getting into their car. I quickly loaded my book bag and jumped into my car. I thought, Why are they in such a hurry?
I tried to keep pace as they drove fast through the small little town. I pondered what I would do if I couldn’t keep up and lost them on the drive. I have an email with Gaye’s home address in my computer, I thought, so If I lose sight of them, I can always pull over get the address and plug it into my GPS. Having a plan calmed my nerves of being lost in the dark with no place to rest my weary head.
I was about two miles into the drive when my phone rang. Glancing at it I saw that it was Gaye. I answered and said, “Hi honey, I’m trying to keep up, but it’s dark and I’m afraid of getting lost.”
Gaye sounded confused. “Where are you?”
“I’m following you and your neighbor. Tell her to slow down a bit.”
She sounded perplexed. “You’re driving…You left the church?”
“Yes, I’m following you.”
Gaye sighed. “No, I’m still at the church. You left me behind.”
“What?! Your neighbor said that you gals were leaving, so I followed. Who is the other person in the car with your neighbor?”
“It’s Barb. I was supposed to ride with you.”
“Oh gosh! I’m turning around now.”
When I returned to the church I saw Gaye waiting by the curb for me. Once safely in my car we mulled over the details and laughed about the mixup. Apparently, Gaye forgot to tell me that she was riding with me.
The next morning over breakfast, I sat across from Gaye and Barb and listened to them as they joked about the previous night and the misunderstanding.
Gaye exclaimed, “I was forgotten and left behind!”
Barb lovingly rubbed Gaye’s back and said, “Great, now you’re going to have abandonment issues and need therapy.”
Smiling, I replied, “I need therapy too. I thought you ladies were ditching me.”
Laughter bounced off the breakfast table. Then Gaye smiled and said, “Isn’t it great to know that our Father never leaves us or forsakes us?”
And, as if in unison we all said, “Yes.”
“Never will I leave you;
never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
Have you ever felt forgotten or left behind?