My heart jumped out of me when it dropped like a lightening to my subconscious that my son was yet to be back from where I sent him to.

David wasn't that young that he cannot buy something from the market. That particular year, he was exactly thirteen years old.

It wasn't my instinctive to send children on an errand but I decided to do it that very day seeing that I had a lot of things I was doing.

Seconds passed into minutes and minutes into hours and even hours beyond, yet, I saw no reflection of David.

I needed no suit sayer to announce to me that a lot was totally wrong. I switched off the electric stove I was using to cook and closed up everywhere before I started to look out for him.

It was like a movie, yet it happened so real that I started to weep profusely.

What has happened to my son? I cried, refusing to be comforted.

Soon, people started to storm the scene and they really sympathized with me while very few assured me of hope.

The rest talked from the perception that the situation was entirely hopeless with regards to our wicked generation.

Two days passed and David was not yet back. I was afraid to disclose all with his Dad but finally, I took courage realizing how imperative it was.

Little did I knew that my son was caged in a dungeon. He was dealt with mercilessly by heinous kidnappers but despite all, he declined to compromise his faith.

That's astute!

Here was what he said;

Mum, they beat me. They denied me access to Food. They promised me millions if only I can help them achieve an evil mission. When I refused, it became even more worse that they vowed to kill me.

On that day, they tied me up getting ready to stab me to death but I started to pray to God even in my distress. I remembered all the bible teachings you have been sharing with me and I anchored my faith on those. Yes, God saved Peter, he saved Paul, he came through for Shedrach, Meshach and Abednego. I believed mine won't be opposite.

As I sang, they all stopped at once and started to look at themselves with great confusions.

And what have we done? We just did a mistake. This is not the boy! One of them shouted loudly even to my hearing.

At once, they untied me and commanded me to run away.

I was tired and so delayed.

Young boy, tell no one what was done unto you. Another one added.

Just then, I dipped my hand inside my pocket and gave them a Salvation tract after which I made my way out of the bush.

David was yet to be through with his story when I wept sore.

So, all those counsels has been entering his subconscious. I cried, having that zeal to do more.

It was his faith that saved him. No wonder salvation is the greatest gift you can give to a child.

While you may not be there to always guide him/her, his belief and trust in God will not be a waste!