Fear not...

Sometimes things happen to us that become learning experiences.

Or at least they should be.

I hope I've learned my lesson.

This is my Facebook post from last night.

I was home alone, as I am so many nights...

...I am used to that and I am never afraid to stay by myself.

Once I realized I was locked out, all kinds of thoughts were running through my head.

Poor little Oscar was in the house too.

And because it was so dark, that added to the fear frustration...

...or...should I just go ahead and admit it?

Fear.

Yes, I was beginning to feel real fear.

And just let me tell you, I would have had to feel a whole lot more fear 

before I would go knocking on a neighbor's door in my ratty, almost see-through nightgown!

Oh, if only you could have felt (and seen) my desperation...

...I was literally calling out for Jesus to help me...louder...and louder.

And after beating that poor door handle (which still works, actually) with the hammer,

I can't remember when I felt such a relief...and so safe.

Not safe in the sense that I was actually fearing for my life,

but safe in the arms of a Savior that cared about me...

...in the midst of my uncomfortable and unfortunate circumstances.

You might think it was silly of me to post this on facebook.

But I felt compelled to share it, to use it as a testament to show how God looks out for his kids.

How He cares about our every need.

Each and every one.

So after I posted it, not even five minutes later, this post from came through my news feed.

A coincidence you think?

I think not.

And the story wouldn't be complete until you see my final post of the evening...

Oh and let me assure you that the key that used to be hidden outside on the deck,

was replaced this morning :)

For I, the Lord your God, hold your right hand; it is I who say to you, 

“Fear not, I am the one who helps you.”

Isaiah 41:13

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