Tale of a Missing Child

Today started out like any other day, hectic. I went in Noa's room, yelled out..wake up Noa! She didn't move a muscle. So, I went to option number two which was pulling the cozy covers from her face, down her body and throwing them on the floor. "Get up Noa, you're going to be late for school!". She finally, woke up, managed to get her teeth brushed, washed up, clothes on and out the door she ran. I honestly don't even recall saying "I love you as she ran out". At the moment, it could have been the last time I'd ever see her pretty face those big brown eyes, long, dark shinny hair, and chocolate skin.
So, my day went along as normal as any other day until I came back to my house from a morning of shopping.
I heard this beeping on my phone, I shugged it off thinking to myself. It's nobody, probably my girlfriend leaving a message and I've already talked to her. So, I sat at the dining room table and began to surf the internet. Then, I kept hearing the beeping sound irritating me. I walked over to the phone's answering machine and hit play. The message on the other end was terrifying! At that moment, my heart sank to the pit of my stomach. The public school automated service stated that my child was absent from school today, to call the Moore public school. Tears came in my eyes. At the moment, a million and one things ran through my mind. Who's got my child? Who do I call? Is she dead? What if she's kidnapped and being tortured or harmed right now? How can this happen to me?...and about a million more things. I managed to get the school's number off the internet and call them. When I called the school, I informed them of my child being absent but leaving for school that morning. The lady put me on hold which seemed like eternity. I'm thinking to myself, please...if there is a God..help me right now in this situation! The lady came back on the phone and to my relief she says that Noa was in school today. I didn't know whether to be mad at the school or happy that my child was not missing after all. Lord, thank you for protecting my miracle babies and keeping them from harm and danger. I don't want to go another day without thanking you for the small things in life that mean a whole lot when they become big things. I've learned through this journey that we must always say "I love you" to our loved ones because it may be the last time you see them. I also learned that without God's protecting angels we may be daughterless.