Sunday was scary!

That was a rather sad Title to this blog entry...sorry. I wasn't going to blog about what happened to me on Sunday because it was just to scary....and made my tummy upset, but I just can't stop thinking about it. I will try to give you all the shorten version so that I don't ramble on to much.

So are you sitting and all comfy? Ready to read?

Okay.

Sunday started out like all the other Sundays that I have. I struggle to get myself and my 2 year old son dressed and into the car and get to church on time. We got to church about 3 minutes early and Bug found a seat. He started off really good, and then he got tired and proceeded to wine through out Sacrament. We managed through it though, and then he was reluntantly off to Nursery while I went to Primary.
I was feeling so good because we had a new family move into our Ward and I stepped out of my comfort zone and introduced myself to them and helped them get their children to their Primary classes and Nursery, and then got their family information so that the children will show up on our rolls. I am the Secretary for Primary, but I just don't seem to be to good at getting all the new families information. While I was visiting with this new mom the other two ladies in the Primary Presidency came up to me and asked if I had the key to our locker and I did, so I gave it to them. One of the ladies came back afterwards and handed me my keys and she said, "I am going to give you these back, because I don't want to be responsible for them, and I fear I might loose them." We both laughted and I went on with my duties as the Secretary, which is to pass out the roll books, and get the agenda sheet ready for the person who is conducting during Middle Exercises, and helping any teachers with handouts that they need copied at the library....and on and on....and on...and ON!
Once I finally got a chance to sit down and take a deep breath, I realized I didn't have my keys. I remembered having them when I went to the library but didn't remember coming back into the Primary Room with them. So I went to the library to see if they were there....but no.
I then went back into the Primary Room and checked both my bag of stuff, and Bug's toy bag of stuff (dumping them out several times). Still no keys. We made an annoucement to ask where my keys were....and then one of the other ladies in Primary went with me to the Young Woman's classes, Relief Society, and Elder's Quarum and asked them if anyone picked up some keys that could have fallen in the hallways. Nope..still no keys. I was getting frantic. I was sending up little prayers to Heavenly Father to help me find my keys, asking him where I should look, and who I should ask for help.
Then Bug decided that he was not going to stay in Nursery, and started being really bad, and the Nursery Leader had him out in the hallway when I came around...still looking for my keys. She said he was having a hard day, and needed a break. He would not go back into Nursery, so I had to now deal with him.
At this point I wanted to cry....I was pretty much excepting the fact that I was not going to find my keys, and then the fear set in. My stomach actually started to feel really yucky. I thought to myself the following things.
1. My husband is going to be so disappointed in me.
2. How am I going to get home with a toddler....I have no car seat.
3. How am I going to get into my house? My house key was on the key chain that was lost.
4. How am I going to get my friends Red Fire House Bed that she needed my van for on Saturday while garage saleing and was still in my van.
5. How am I going to get a new key made for my Van with out a key already to copy. Plus these keys have a microchip in them...and that makes them really exspensive!!!
6. I could call AAA to unlock the Van so that my friend could get the Fire House bed out but then how am I going to lock it?

On and On and On....my stomach HURT!!!!

Then right at the end of Primary when all the kids were heading out of their classrooms and finding their parents....one of the ladies in Primary came running out of the Primary Room holding my keys up in the air and yelling, "I found them!!!!!" I asked her where she found them, and she said under the clip board sitting on the chairs on the back row.
Now I know I had looked under that clipboard several times. The other ladies had picked it up several other times too in our searching....and I know that the clip board was going around the room when the announcement of my keys being missing was given.

I know I should feel like it was a miracle....because in a way it is....but I feel kind of sad because I know someone took them....and was to embarrased to say they did and went and put them under the clip board instead of confessing...and this makes me sad because this happened at church, a place where we are all stiving to be like Jesus. I know that we are not purfect....but this should be the place where we try the hardest to be honest and true. It should be a place where we feel safe and secure, and at home. Unfortuantly, I don't most of the time....I always am afraid that someone is going to kidnap Bug even at church.

Unfortuantly, this is not the first time that I have had someone take my things while I am at church. Read this Post from December 2005.
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To try and end this post on a happier note....my friend Alyson and her family came to our home for a BBQ on Sunday afternoon, and it was the BEST thing for me. I needed to have good friends and food to help me realize that things can be good.