Dreaming of her...

Just woke from a disturbing dream. My whole family had just gone to Haiti. Bob had gone into a cabin-like building to change clothes. We were preparing, along with many other families, to board a flat wagon pulled by horses that would take us out of the place were in. It was very popular, and if we didn't hurry, we would not get a spot on the wagon. I lifted Aidan and several other children onto the flatbed, then went to change my clothes quickly. That's when I realized I hadn't brought any clothes with me, and would have to wear my pajamas. I came outside, ready to jump on the wagon, only to find that they had already left. I saw a smaller, 2-horse wagon racing away, and I panicked and yelled at Bob to "Come on!", then I started running. Then I saw the wagon with all the kids, and it was moving slowly enough for me to catch up, but I had to run down a river to do so. All I could think of was "Please don't let me get cholera, Lord". I finally caught up to the wagon, and climbed up. Another child on the wagon told me that Aidan was not on board because he wasn't feeling well, so he and Morgan had stayed behind. My heart sank. Lord, I life up Abigail to you this morning, wherever she may be. Please be with her, comfort her, and keep her healthy, strong, and happy. I lift up her mother today, as well as all mothers facing losing their children. Give them strength in Your Holy Name, wisdom, and guidance. And Lord, break Bob's heart for this little child, just as you are breaking mine. In Your Holy Name I pray, Amen.