Tuesday, July 24, 2012

God's Protection

As I took a walk to the post office, I listened to my music on my i-phone. It really came in handy when a little dog was upset that I was in his neighborhood. I simply played my "hallelujah chorus" while passing him. I carry it in a traveling pouch that hangs on my neck and use earphones.
I prefer to walk with friends down residential streets, but when walking alone, I often choose the busier streets and enjoy music. Today I was really glad I did.
Toward the end of my walk, I noticed a young man heading my way. He was not dressed for a walk and I noticed something swinging on his pants - either a small chain or rope.
As he neared me, he lifted the neck of his shirt to cover his nose and mouth and mumbled something. I took off my ear phones and said, "Pardon me?" He replied with "Do you know if there is a car dealership near here?"
Now, at times, when a stranger is lost, I have used my "around me" application on my i-phone to give them directions. But, that thought never entered my mind.
I simply said "Keep walking and you will see a Tuffy at the stop light. They work on cars and may be able to help you."
He mumbled something I could not understand and I quickly resumed my walk - even quicker - and made sure I kept seeing cars approaching on the street I was near.
God is so good.
Sometimes He protects us by not letting us get too helpful with strangers - especially if they have a need to hide their face when they speak to us.
Thank you Lord, for your constant protection.
Have a blessed day.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

2I love it! I've had "Mary's Thoughts" as a favorite for quite awhile, but I can't remember the last time I even looked at it. For some reason today after work, I decided to check it out, and there was your story "Do Trees Remember?" I had good memories of you and your family as I read the story. I think a lot of us have some memories tied to the Commons, but especially you since you worked and lived so close in both the house on Elm and the condo. Nice memories. Keep writing! (And I think the trees do remember)