The Day I Was Glad I Listened

There are so many times that we get busy as moms. We are trying to get something done, but today of all days I was so glad I listened!

The Day I Was Glad I Listened

Post # 16

I know that there is a greater power out there that helps us. I am so glad that I listened one day when I was busy!

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. The kids were all home. I was trying to get something done! I had pulled the laundry out of the dryer and noticed a crayon wrapper…

Huh, that’s weird, I thought…

As I began to fold, I began to see blue spots on everything!

Yes, I washed a blue crayon with the laundry. It was all over Chase’s Flag Football uniform and his new shirt he bought in Hawaii.

I knew I needed to start scrubbing!


The boys took TJ upstairs to play.

I reminded them that he likes to crawl and they needed to watch him!

I began scrubbing and washing crayon out of clothes.

About 10 minutes later something told me, “Go Get TJ!

I initially thought, “He is with the boys…”

“Go Get TJ,” came to me even louder.

I began to run to the stairs and all of a sudden a ball comes bouncing down the stairs. As I get to the bottom, I look up. There he was at the top of the stairs. He is there all by himself. I start up the stairs two by two praying he doesn’t move because if he does he will fall down the stairs… As I run, I yell at the boys to help me. I don’t think I have ever been so scared in my life.


I get there and I grab him. And I squeeze him so tight. I know disaster could have happened. All of this because I listened to that small voice telling me to go get TJ. I don’t even want to imagine what could have been if I did not act on what I heard.

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Michele is a Family Life Educator. She is a mom to 5 kids and loves helping others strengthen their families! When she is not blogging she is spending time with her family and running around drinking Diet Coke trying to get everything done!

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