Watch Over Me, Lord

The Lord will keep you from all harm – he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.Psalm 121:7-8, NIV

I have never been more scared in my life, than I was this morning. I’ve never had such an overwhelming sense of fear or terror.

At 5:30 or so this morning, I could hear Decker whining to go outside, so I jumped out of bed a bit earlier to take him out. In general, I am a fairly paranoid person, and I know that. I tend to watch all of the cars that drive by our townhome and I notice when one is out of place or doesn’t belong. Sometimes I let it overwhelm me and it gets the best of me. Honestly – it’s something I’ve really been trying to work on, because I don’t want fear to affect the way I live my life.

Well this morning, as soon as I stepped out of house, I noticed an older (creepy) van driving around behind another building in our complex. Because I’m trying not to be overly paranoid, I just let it go and continued about my business. I took Decker across the street to our normal spot and he wandered around for a minute or two. I did have my back to the area that the truck had disappeared, however.

I turned to head back inside and noticed that the van was headed back my way. When I got close to the street, I slowed down to let the van go ahead of me, so that I could cross behind it, but instead of driving forward, the van slowed to a complete stop. Then it’s lights went off and the driver door started to open. At that point I heard a voice in my head telling me to run (and now, I know it was God warning me), so I did. Decker and I ran across the street, up the stairs and into the house. I never looked back.

My first thought was to run upstairs and see if the van was still there, which I did. And in the time that it took me to get up one flight of stairs, the van had driven up the street about 500 feet and pulled into a parking spot. He then sat there, for 30 seconds to a minute (I can’t tell really, because I was shaking and crying), and then backed out without his lights on and drove off (without his lights on).

I sat there, shaking, scared and crying for a few minutes. I said a prayer, thanking God for keeping me out of harms way and for getting me back to the house safely. And then I went to wake up my husband. I actually scared him when I walked into the bedroom, because (and get this) – he was having a dream that I was missing and he was searching for me.

I did end up calling the police and reporting the incident, but now I am here, all alone, facing the fear. And surprisingly I feel okay, because I know that God is here and He is protecting me. I know that God saved me and He was who told me to run. I don’t think I would have done so, if I hadn’t heard His voice. I feel like He tried to warn me earlier in the morning too, because I woke up thinking about how I needed to be more careful when going outside alone.

And now looking back, I know that even though I might have been in danger, I feel safe and protected knowing that my God is here with me always, watching over me, now and forevermore.

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