So on Monday afternoon I watched a crime show where a man in his 20's had three 'friends' his age who kept encouraging him to kill people, except that only he (and we, the audience) could see them. He kept telling these friends to leave him alone, but they stayed and tempted him, anyway.
(Don't worry... right before the violence happens in these shows, I jump up off The Red Couch and go dust, wash or fold something.) :)
Well. After that episode ended, I pulled on my long black snow-shoveling coat so to go open the garage door for a soon-arriving-home Tom. But as I stepped outside, a young man in a red hoody raced down the center of the quiet street beside our house. A very strange sight! I paused with my hand upon the doorknob so I could dash back inside lest he veer my way, but he didn't even glance at me.
His footfalls continued down the street and though tempted to step back inside the house awhile, I thought, "No. I refuse to let myself be afraid," and continued toward the garage.
But that's when, from a distance, I heard the young man shout, "Leave me alone!". I quickly looked through our near-leafless hedges and saw him a block away, but not one person was near him bothering him. I watched as he continued running around a corner.
Oh dear. (Insert the Twilight Zone theme music here.)
But while I pushed up the garage door, the verse, "Be not afraid of sudden fear," came to me and too, I fought the temptation to think, "What is this neighborhood coming to?" Instead, I prayed for this young man and all those out there like him. Prayer and confidence in God's protection are kinder, braver choices.
God surely created some gorgeous animals, indeed, and how kind of Him to send them to my home.
I've not mentioned favorite books in awhile, but I do hope you've read these:
(I also own Man of the Family but it must have wandered into the wrong stack.)
Oh my goodness--these are amazing true stories from Ralph Moody's childhood through his teenage years. I've read Mary Emma and Company at least 15 times and you know? If you asked me at the end of my life which authors I was most grateful to have found, Ralph Moody would be near the top of that list. Seriously.
Each day when I trudge through the snow to feed the birds, I feel like Gladys Taber and her friend, Jill (Eleanor) and always think of them.
"Continue in prayer, and watch in the same with thanksgiving..." ...Colossians 4:2