Yesterday I had the scariest experience of my life thus far. The Fair Point Guy. Though, in my own defense, I had NO idea it was him... in my imagination he was some big burly man with a knife, a gun, a machete, and an intent to kill. Who knew he was some big teddy bear type of guy with a modem, (not a motive) a tool kit (not a machete) and some wires (definitely not for strangling.)
It all started at 2:27pm. I was home alone, (in the middle of no where mind you) sitting on the couch, when my phone rang. I answered & experienced the creepiest and most irrational phone call I've heard, when all of a sudden my other ear picked up on footsteps coming from outside on the porch. I realized the window shades were up & whoever it was could see in if they moved a few feet over. As the knocks on the door began, and as the person (still being creepy) on the phone kept talking, I slowly moved to the kitchen, out of view of the "killer on the porch". After hanging up on the creepy caller, I started to focus more on the fact that the person on the porch was now walking back and forth across it, only to stop at the door and knock for the second time. A total of 6 knocks. (yes, I counted.. ) After getting off the phone with the police, I sat there crying (silently of course lest the "killer" hear me and know that someone was home...though I'm sure the tv on didn't give it away at all...). I eventually didn't hear anything from outside anymore, but there I sat still, not moving an inch. After a few minutes of silence I hear the police holler out to me, and I crawled from my place to open the door. As soon as they entered I felt SO safe, and SO secure, I knew everything was alright.
Turns out, it was a prank phone call at 2:27pm, and the Fair Point Guy coming to check my internet at 2:30pm. Bad timing dude. Real bad timing.
After going to a bible study last night, after all these scary events occurred, I got spoken to in such a real way. We were talking about Peace, and the definition I looked up and found was "A State of Security". When that police man came to my rescue, I felt a state of security. I was at peace. When God comes to my rescue (every single moment of every single day) I feel a state of security. I should be feeling at peace every day, because I trust in God and HE is my security, my state of refuge, my deep down peace. I have to let Him "walk in the door & handle the situation" like the police man did, and I have to let Him "do His job" in securing me and giving me peace.
P.s. Beware the Fair Point Guy.
God bless, & blog soon
