To Be Least

My eyes seem to drop lower every second that passes. Today, unlike my restful winter break, drained every ounce of energy from every muscle in my body. But, I have a lot to be thankful for, especially for my sisters.

My father and I were driving when the cell phone rang. As it turned out, it was for his business and talked for a while. After he had hung up, he called home to the family.

That was when the world fell away from us in a dizzy spiral.

My sister was kidnapped.

Dad and I started to pray as we sped down the streets frantically trying to get home where our remaining family was.

Faster than a roller coaster that dips and turns without warning, my mind raced trying to comprehend what was happening. In a couple of days she could end up dead along a highway. There I could see her lying. She was raped, beaten and dead. Outwardly I was composed, but my soul wanted to scream in pure terror of the possibilities.

Seconds seemed like hours that slowly ticked away. As we neared our home, the cell phone rang once again.

Picking it up, my dad answered in hope and fear. My sister was found, they said, she never was kidnapped. With a huge sigh of relief, I knew it was a false alarm, a mistake that could happen to anyone.

Needless to say, I thank God more for my sisters now. What a blessing.