...who got lost in Dhoby Ghaut station. It is hard to believe it has been four years already.
I still remember the day like it was yesterday.
I still remember the panic and fear felt by my family as we sought to find our autistic firstborn, who had slipped out of mommy's hand during peak hour, and disappeared into the maze that is Dhoby Ghaut station, a station with three lines that could take an autistic child who couldn't talk, anywhere on the island.
I still remember the unusual calm I felt in that storm, as adrenaline and God's grace took over, guiding us towards finding her.
I still remember my phone melting down with Twitter notifications as a community offered help.
I still remember the disbelief in my heart when I received a call from Michael that he found her at Telok Blangah station.
I still remember how bewildered we felt about her journey around the Circle Line.
I still remember the overwhelming relief washing over me when I saw her at the station platform, more than an hour and half after we began the frantic search for her.
To this day, I cannot walk through Dhoby Ghaut station without uneasiness in my heart. My friend Rebecca calls it post-traumatic stress syndrome. I felt it again as I walked through the station with my two younger ones today, four years later, as we went to do some book shopping at Kinokuniya in Takashimaya.
Maybe it never totally goes away.
Last week, we went to the park near our home, and had a pleasant afternoon playing at the playground there, as dusk fell.
Faith was at first a little withdrawn, her senses distressed by the sound of the renovations happening at a house near the park. But after a while she calmed down and could be coaxed to play on the swing.
For some reason, today, as I looked at these photos of Faith at the station and Faith at the park swinging beneath a tree, this song by the David Crowder Band kept repeating itself in my head.
All day, the chorus repeating in my head, "Yeah, He loves us, oh, how He loves us / Oh, how He loves us, oh how He loves / So I love…"
For a brief moment, Faith forgets her fears, her anxieties, her sensory overload, and smiles on that swing. She is a tree, bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy.