MOPS Friday and horrible thoughts.

The boys and I had MOPS this morning. It was OK. One of the pastors talked about inspiring our children using the Bible. At times he was funny but a lecture is still a lecture. I am used to people just getting up and talking to us at MOPS. This was very dry and I was just not in the mood. I walked away with the message he was attempting to convey: actions speak louder than words, but as he talked I daydreamed....about a nightmare.

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There was a report on the news last night about a 5 year old little boy who was kidnapped yesterday morning. He was in his car with his mother and his sister getting ready to drive to school. The kidnapper opened the door to his sister's side, climbed over the sister and took this little boy.

They just took him.

The mom and the sister fought for him, but there were two men, and they were too strong.

They just took him.

As I was watching this on the news all sorts of horrible thoughts went through my mind with my little Prince in this little boy's place.

I was physically shaking - with anger, fear, and more anger.

How can a person do that? What kind of sadistic madman could take a child from his mother? My heart went out to the mother. She was there when it happened and she could not stop it. As moms we are supposed to be able to protect our kids. She was there. In my mind last night, she was me. Can you imagine fighting for your child and losing. My God what is this world coming to?

My mind raced to all of the horrible places they could be taking this child. What they would do to him? Was he even still in the country? Why did they want him?

He is only 5 years old.

There were stories on the news all day yesterday. They called them updates, but there was nothing new to report. The boy was missing and no one knew where he was.

Then, around 10:00 last night, a miracle happened. The little boy wandered over to someone's house. The man recognized his face from the news and the Amber Alerts.

He was safe.

I just cried. I cried for this little boy. I cried for his mother. I cried for his distraught big sister who had pleaded to the camera for the people who took her brother to not kill him. I cried for myself and my precious, precious children. I cried for this world where someone could take a 5 year old from his mother's car, climbing over his big sister to do it.

But he is safe. His mother was able to tuck him into his own bed last night - another miracle. Or maybe she held him in her arms all night long. That is what I would have done.

I hope they catch ^$!%ing @$$holes. Throw the book at them. Get them the hell away from our children.

It was premeditated. The big sister had seen these men stalking her and her little brother. She told the school. They normally walk to school. That is why the mother had been driving them yesterday.

But he is safe.....