Stuck In An Elevator

I am in the process of exiting the restroom at the mall with my three children. Isaac is in the stroller and the restroom has double doors which requires some maneuvering. Levi is bouncing off the walls, tired of waiting. He runs ahead, then comes back. I scold him saying, "Stay right here!" Off he goes again. Daisy holds the door so the stroller containing Isaac and I can finally be set free from the bathroom. As we proceed down the hall I hear Levi scream, "MOM!" I round the corner just in time to see the elevator door close with my three-year-old inside. I find myself in panic mode. I am searching my mind frantically to know what to do. Levi is gone. I can't take the stroller on the escalator to go down and meet him. Will he be kidnapped? Will they call security? Will they call DCFS...'mother of three charged with neglect after three-year-old boy is found abandoned on department store elevator.' I can hear him screaming. His voice is faint and distant, but I can hear him. I conclude that I have to meet him at the bottom. I crouch down to look Daisy directly in the eye as I talk to her. I instruct her to sit on the chair with her hand on the stroller and to not let go or move no matter what. As I start off toward the escalator, Levi's screams become louder and I realize he is on his way back up the elevator. I turn around and the doors begin to open. He sees me and squeezes through. I pick him up as he reaches me. He wraps his arms around me and sobs, "mommy, mommy, mommy." He is trembling and holding me so tight that I am surprised at his strength. I am so thankful to be holding him in my arms, thankful enough that I decide not to injure him on the spot for causing me so much grief. On the drive home as I contemplate the evening's events it occurs to me that some of my emotions must have been similar to the Father of us all. He has given us the agency and ability to choose. As we make poor decisions He has to watch as we suffer the consequences. How He must rejoice when we come back to Him again. And yes, Levi and I have a long talk about listening when we get home.