This is a picture of my family the day we prepared to die.
It was 8 in the morning and I was ecstatic because we would actually show up on time to an event. With 2 boys under 4. And my hair wasn’t in a messy Mom bun. That’s a huge victory by most moms’ standards. I hear my phone alert and am irritated by the blaring sound & what I expected to be yet another “Flash Flood Warning” that had never resulted in anything before. Even reading “ballistic missile yada yada” felt like slow motion until I read “THIS IS NOT A DRILL”.
I rushed around the house aimlessly knowing I should be doing something but not knowing what on earth I could do to protect my family from an incoming missile. First thing I always do when I don’t know what to do-call my dad.
It’s a funny sense of peace that sometimes accompanies helplessness. Trying not to panic because Dad was so calm I told them I loved them and if anything happened I would try to make it to their house eventually.
What else to do but pray. I gathered my boys and their dad to our couch and asked God to save us. I pleaded with God to protect our island and rescue us. I’m sure I repeated it, begged it, I wasn’t quite ready for our story to end yet.
It was odd how content I felt knowing that should our entire world end in a few minutes, I wouldn’t want it to end any other way. I was in my sanctuary with my beloved children and let my parents know I loved them. There was nothing else I needed to do before I met my maker.
Ha’a was going to head to the store for canned goods when we got the message it was a false alarm and we were safe. My initial reaction was anger for having to experience such a crazy level of stress. Then relief. We spent the day with family celebrating the marriage of my nephew. And being alive. What I will take with me most of all from that Saturday was the comfort knowing I didn’t have to worry about dying. Because when your soul is saved and you’re facing your last moments, I rest assured that I knew where my family and I would end up. So having the rest of my life to spend is really an extra bonus now.
Malia was born and raised in Kaneohe, Hawaii and graduated from Azusa Pacific University. She spent the majority of her career as an Early Childhood Education Teacher/Administrator.