Written by: DeAnna Erdmann
I woke up to the sun streaming in from a crack in the curtains. Just my luck, it shone directly onto my face, forcing its way through my eyelids and directly into my dreams. I groaned and rolled over, pulling the covers over my head as I reached out to find my husband. He wasn’t there. I opened one eye and saw his pillow still with his head indented perfectly in the center. Good, I said to myself, he must have just now gotten up to go to the bathroom. I strained my ears to see if I could hear running water or him shuffling around, but the house was peacefully quiet. I rolled out of bed and stretched as I walked down the hall. I suppose Josh is in the kitchen getting coffee together, I thought to myself. But when I rounded the corner, the kitchen was empty, and the coffee maker was barren and untouched. I looked through the back window and saw no evidence of him having gone outside. In fact, the back door was still locked.
I walked into the front room and looked at the front door, it was still locked also. I looked out of the front window; his car was still in the drive. I walked down the hall to peek in on the kids, but neither of our daughters were in their beds. I ran back into my room, trying to stop my heart from punching my throat. My breathing was coming in so quickly that I couldn’t tell where my heartbeat started and breathing began. They molded into one as I picked up my phone and dialed my husband’s phone number. “I’m sorry, the network is down.” a robotic voice barked into my ear. I fell to my bed like a sack of potatoes, fighting the urge to cry. Confusion and frustration and fear poured involuntarily down my face in warm wet streams.
I heard my neighbor yelling from the front yards. I ran through my house and out the front door. My neighbor was standing on her front stoop, worry creasing her forehead as she looked around frantically for her son.
“I can’t find Josh or my girls!” I yelled at her.
“We can’t find Conner.”
Further down the road an elderly neighbor walked out front calling for his wife. I could see his cane shaking violently as his distress used his body as an outlet. I could hear other people in places I couldn’t see that were searching, yelling, concerned for loved ones that were missing.
“Where in God’s name could a ten-year-old run off to?” my neighbor said as she went back inside.
God… My heart began to pound as realization tickled my brain. In complete shock and fear and shame I walked back into my house. I closed the door and slowly slid down it as the sobs shook my shoulders.
The Rapture had happened and I was left behind.