Now I realize I said I would write entries more regularly, however I was unable to. The lord has tested me in the last few days and I feel I both failed the test yet learned the moral of the story. You see I live in an extremely desolate area on my street there are only 4 houses and lots of empty lots. On Wednesday night we had the great pleasure of being startled to death. Let me rephrase that I was startled to death. Apparently as a youth you feel the right to torment and scare innocent people for your pure enjoyment. I didn't know this logic existed because as a youth myself I had a very short chain on and when I was let off the chain I a fine time getting myself in to trouble wit people I knew, I didn't have to involve perfect strangers. Back to the story, We had just gotten home from church and I was right where I am now, checking my email getting ready for my blog entry. When I hear someone bang on the front door as if the intention was to tear down the door, then they rang the door bell several times. So considering we live in the boonies we called the police. Granted at first we thought maybe someone needed help but no one was seen. Then a few moments later we saw 3 people walking across the field in front of the house towards the other street. Here are the factors that bothered me the most. 1) We live in the middle of no where 2) It seemed like forever before the police came 3) I spend a few nights alone 4) I no longer felt safe in my own home. And the most important part, here's where I failed the test, I didn't pray, I forgot I'm not supposed to be afraid because I have the best protection there is GOD and if something did happen, so what; if we are walking with the lord we are ready to be called home at a moments notice. So why was I so scared. Last night I was so nervous I couldn't even eat. And here's what gets me I know it was a group of kids because they did the same thing to about 6 or 7 other houses (apparently a popular prank among teens, I personally would never) So why was I so scared. Prayer I will admit is my weakness, I sometimes still feel unworthy of praying to God. Yesterday I prayed fervently, over and over again. And I forgot about the little angel flying around the house.
Why is it men just fall asleep as if nothing happened? Jerry is snoring and I'm laying there eyes wide open still trembling from fear. Which in my bible study last week I learned stands for:
False
Evidence
Appearing
Real
Besides I am armed with the armor of God. Don't worry lesson learned.
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