I dumped a basket full of safety locks and latches for doors, cabinets, the stove and refrigerator onto the counter at the hardware store. The checker-outer dude grinned and said, “Looks like you’ve got a 2 year-old at home!”
“Actually, she’s six. Going on seven.” I smiled sweetly.
And if you know my Rhema, I don’t have to tell you that she figured out all those locks in a matter of minutes!
We’re finally in our new house, and I love it!
Before we moved in, Brandon and some friends ours, Peter and Steve, spent two days dreaming up creative ways to Rhema-proof the place.
(The cable for the camera is still in a box somewhere so I took a picture of the pictures of Peter and Steve on the camera with my cell phone. Yeah.)
We keep watch over Rhema with a monitor when she’s in her bedroom at night. For a while it worked well, but then she started yanking the plug for the camera. So we set a ledge up high in the new house, and Peter actually put an outlet near the ceiling.
Locks, locks, locks on almost every door including the closet in her bedroom…
Sure, she’ll find a way. Eventually she’ll slide a chair over, climb atop and undo the latch. But at least this buys us some time, and there are alarms on the main doors…
Rhema loves to dance in windows. I wanted her to have the room with the best windows in the house. But of course there is the problem of our little escape artist jumping out. The men came up with a clever way to secure the windows – let’s just say, she won’t be getting out.
Many of the outlets in the bedrooms are connected to light switches. But a lamp in Rhema’s room is a disaster waiting to happen. (In the past, we’ve had to remove all the light bulbs from her room.) So we put in a ceiling light.
I look forward to the day when she can safely have more than just her bed in her room. For now, less is more.
We are planning to rip out her carpet and put down a wood floor.
We are installing a fence around the house in the next couple months.
All of this in an effort to keep safe this precious child that God has entrusted to us. (And, yes, to protect some property as well!). I am keenly aware of the fact that in spite of all these things, my girl can still find danger and mishap.
“You who sit down in the High God’s presence,
spend the night in Shaddai’s shadow,
Say this: “God, you’re my refuge.
I trust in you and I’m safe!”
That’s right—he rescues you from hidden traps,
shields you from deadly hazards.
His huge outstretched arms protect you—
under them you’re perfectly safe;
his arms fend off all harm.
Yes, because God’s your refuge,
the High God your very own home,
Evil can’t get close to you,
harm can’t get through the door.
He ordered his angels
to guard you wherever you go.”
Psalm 91, The Message
And so I pray. For freedom and joy for my family. For His truth and light to invade every room. For mercy and grace to flood the halls of this house.