I stopped watching the local news on Thursday last week because there was a non-verbal autistic baby missing and I just couldn't hear the news of him being "gone."
He was hiking in the woods with his father and brother last Sunday and wandered off on his own.
That baby had been missing in those woods since Sunday.
It didn't look good.
The weather changed and got cold.
That baby was in those woods without food, shelter or warm clothes.
It didn't look good.
I told Robby that I wish I had what it took to go help the volunteers search for him but I don't.
I would never get over it had I been among those who found that baby..."gone."
So I prayed that he was okay.
And I prayed for a miracle.
And...even though I'm a believer...I didn't believe enough because there is so very much in the news about dead and missing babies that I just knew they'd find that baby and he wouldn't be alive.
So I stopped watching the news hiding from what I thought was inevitable.
Yesterday I said out loud to Robby, "I wonder if they found that baby yet? I wonder how his parents are doing?"
Robby: What? They found him Friday! I thought you knew!
Me: THEY DID? HOW IS HE?
Robby: He was alive and in good condition. Just a bit scratched up.
And I teared up.
Because I didn't believe.
But that baby survived.
That was a miracle huh?
Didn't that make YOU feel good to hear too? Missing Va. autistic boy found alive after 6-day search
