I don't have enough arms...
One way that I spend hours and hours laying in bed at night, is trying to figure out how to get all of the children out of the house in various emergency scenarios.

I'm starting to panic right now just thinking about it. Fire? we would probably do ok b/c we have two exits from the second floor. But what about intruders. ax murderers. people bent on killing my entire family. staying calm but still conveying to the little ones they have to get out while mommy throws herself on top of the gunmen coming up the stairs. what if they get scared and won't go? What about the baby?

The children get scared and I tell them Mommy is here. Daddy tells them that God is here keeping them safe. But, I can't say that. God doesn't keep children safe. everyday. all over the world. I can't trust God to keep them safe. It has to be Mommy is here. God isn't going to throw himself on the gunmen coming up the stairs. Only I can do that. God will just allow "freewill" and all that. Just sit back and watch it happen. completely detached.