i never imagined myself being pregnant. then again, i never imagined myself being pregnant while standing 2 feet from a masked man with a gun. but, life has unexpected turns doesn't it?
i was about 7 months pregnant working part-time as a bank teller. the bank was brand new with the smell of fresh paint. maybe that's what made us an easy target...being new.
i was standing towards the drive-thru window helping a customer. for the life of me i couldn't understand her...something about the ATM machine. i had my ear close to the microphone trying to understand her words. becoming increasingly frustrated i was glad my supervisor appeared next to me, facing towards the lobby. i asked her a question and she answered, "uhhh...we're being robbed."
huh? since when? i just turned my back two minutes ago. robbed? now? here? surely not.
i quickly turned only to see a masked man in all black holding a gun with his left hand, i could have reached out and touched him. he was clearing out the second teller drawer. my instinct was to cover my belly with my arms and silently pray "Dear God..."
i was standing in front of my teller drawer. all kinds of thoughts were running through my head. what will i do when he turns and faces me? will i pass out? what if he sees that i'm pregnant? what if...
before i knew it he closed the second drawer, hopped back over the counter and ran out the door. i followed him with my eyes over the 6' fence. my eyes then fell onto the car whom i was helping earlier.
"mam...we just got robbed and the thief just ran right behind your car..." she zoomed out of there like her pants were on fire...i found this quite amusing.
the police and FBI came for a lock down. adrenaline was rushing through my body. the phone rang and with weak knees and a shaky voice i was able to answer. it was the president of the bank. his first question? "are you okay? your baby was the first thing i thought of!"
how kind of him, then it hit me...stress can cause an early labor and who knows what else. wow!
soon after my interview with an agent we were able to go home. i couldn't get the masked man out of my head. his panting. his shaky hands. did this really happen? how do i find myself in the strangest situations?
years later as the kids and i drove by the bank i told them the story. showed them the fence. relayed that all i could do wasn't exactly praying but crying out to the Lord.
while men may rationalize it by saying the robber didn't know i was there because being a part time teller there's a good chance i wasn't there when he scoped the place out. my drawer and i were not part of his plan.
i on the other hand have this to say: maybe the above statement is true. but more importantly, i'm a part of HIS plan. He literally has saved me more times that i can remember. He protected me and my unborn baby. He knew i would be there...nothing is a surprise to Him.
and because of everything that has happened over the years, i can rest calmly knowing that's he's got my back. i am however ready for a little less adventure.
hello? did you get that Lord? good.