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Just like that, he was gone.

My heart skipped more than one beat. More like it didn’t beat. My five-year-old was walking beside me in the store, holding the cart with one hand. I bent down to tie my shoe, and when I looked up, he was gone. Vanished.

Panic was an understatement. I grabbed my purse, yanked my older son onto my hip, and left my cart behind to rush up and down aisles franticly.

“Cameron! Baby, where are you?”

People stared at me, and yet, not one offered to help. I couldn’t breathe. How could he vanish from my side while I tied my shoe? It wasn’t like I ignored him. That’s when I heard a voice over the intercom. “Can Cameron’s mom come to the service desk?”

I ran as fast as I could to the desk. There sat Cameron on the desk with a sucker. He extended his arms, and I scooped him onto the other hip.

“Baby, I just bent down to tie my shoe. Where did you go? Why would you leave me?”

He smiled and pressed his chubby fingers on my cheek. “I knew you’d come.”

Jesus told His disciples multiple times He would leave. But He also promised He would return. When the women arrived at the tomb and found it empty, they must have been crushed. Desperately, they sought out the Savior until confiding in a gardener that someone had taken their Lord. Then, suddenly, Jesus became clear to them. He was dead, but now He had risen. His promise kept. Jesus kept every promise perfectly.

Cameron wasn’t afraid when he was lost from me. He knew I’d come for him. Likewise, I’m not afraid as I wander this world, waiting. Jesus will return for me. Christ came to earth in the humblest of forms. He lived. He served. He was tortured and murdered. But then, He arose, and He will come for us, just as He promised. Be ready. Be prepared.

Wait with anticipation, for we do not know the day or hour, but we do know Christ will come.   

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