Looking for Naomi

The children where dismissed
From grown-up church
She is always one of the first to go.
Today she was not with them.

Minutes pass.
Panic ensues
Where is she?
Did you check the bathrooms?
Where is her dad?

Over the speakers: “We are looking for Naomi, is she here?”

She emerges
coming out of her cocoon
she is surrounded by the concerned
no longer lost

Relief!

Wait…
another hug
a whispered word of exhortation
“There is something prophetic here…
don’t miss it!”

Not lost…
Safe on her daddy’s lap
Engaged
in worship.

She had chosen the better part.