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A SNAKE, A CANDLE AND A SHOE

Used with Permission

Used with Permission

1940- Gobatema Mission House

A SNAKE, A CANDLE AND A SHOE

Psalm 91 was a reality more than once in our years in Africa. We as a family, my Dad, mother, younger sister Carolyn, younger brother Henry, Glyn and I loaded up our trucks and made the long journey to Gobatema mission station so the men could do some repairs, maintenance and check on the mission school. This was the mission station where I was born and was deep in the bush, totally isolated from civilization, extremely primitive with no electricity or running water in the mission houses. Leopards would regularly prowl the compound in the night hours; snakes and an assortment of tropical creepy crawlies plus 120 degree heat were our constant companions! Twenty seven years later the living conditions at the mission station was still the same as it was in my formative years!

After a very dusty, spine rattling journey we finally arrived at dusk and settled in one of the mission houses for the night. Carolyn and I were sleeping in a room that served as a bedroom/office. Dad and Mom had the main bedroom; Glyn and Henry were sleeping on low camp cots in the living room. I was disturbed in the night, so lit the candle by my bed only to find a snake curled up by my slippers. I woke my sister and ask her to help me kill the snake. I was concerned that it would crawl into the sleeping bags where Glyn and Henry were sleeping as their camp cots were just a few inches off the cement floor. Carolyn took one look at the snake, pulled her blankets tighter around her and promptly became my “cheer-leader”. She had no intentions of getting mixed up in this fight!! So I gingerly stepped out of bed grabbed the only thing I could reach, which turned out to be my shoe and as hard as I could I pounded the unsuspecting snake on the head. Then in a moment of brilliant “feminine logic”, I pounded the other end of the now writhing snake in case I had mistaken its tail for its head! The boys were awakened by the noise and asked if we were killing mosquitoes, we informed them that I was killing a snake! Much laughter ensued to my announcement and our two “knights in shining armor” rolled over and went back to sleep! The next morning the guys told Mom about our “imagined” night visitor; she came running into the room asking what I did with the snake. Rubbing sleep from my eyes I pointed under the desk where I had “stashed” my trophy until morning light; but on closer inspection the snake was gone! After much teasing and tormenting over breakfast we came to the conclusion that in the night one of the large geckos that ran freely on the rafters, (the house had no ceilings just rough rafters), had found the dead snake and hauled it away for a midnight snack. As humorous as this event was it was one of the many examples in our lives of the verses of Psalm 91 in action! The verses in Psalm 91:13-14 were a reality that night.

Psalm 91:13-14 (NKJV) You shall tread upon the lion and the cobra, The young lion and the serpent you shall trample underfoot. “Because he has set his love upon Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him on high, because he has known My name.

So my friends, in this day of terrible evil THERE IS A PLACE OF SAFETY for the child of God. Do not allow fear to rule in your hearts during these difficult times. According to Hebrews 10, we have an open invitation to run into the presence of our Lord and dwell in the secret place under His wings at the mercy seat. This is where God meets with us, where His glory is revealed to us, where He gives us guidance and shows us His will. His shadow is a strong protection! Rejoice today as He has promised us a place of safety and security! Today hold onto this promise that the Lord gave us:

John 14:27 (NKJV) Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.

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But God…………..!

(Used with permission)

(Used with permission)

BUT GOD………
Luke 12:24-31 (NKJV) “Consider the ravens, for they neither sow nor reap, which have neither storehouse nor barn; and God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds? And which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? If you then are not able to do the least, why are you anxious for the rest? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. If then God so clothes the grass, which today is in the field and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will He clothe you, O you of little faith? And do not seek what you should eat or what you should drink, nor have an anxious mind. For all these things the nations of the world seek after, and your Father knows that you need these things”

There are so many promises in the Word of the loving care and provision of the Lord for His children………from the weakest to the strongest………God does not “play favorites!”
I deliberately used the picture of this African Duiker as it is an illustration of God’s involvement in ALL of creation! Each colour, each striking marking right down to the delicate legs are ordered by the Hand of the Master Creator.
Now let me ask you – if God, with a mere wave of His Hand created the vast Universe, yet at the same time paints the beautiful markings on this little Duiker, how much MORE will He care for us, His children?
Those who trust in the Lord are made RICH by faith. They know that they are not forgotten by God; and though it may seem that they are overlooked in His providential distribution of earthly riches and good things, they look for a time when all this shall be made right.

Consider Jesus’s parable of the beggar Lazarus, even though he spent his life in abject poverty, being carried daily by friends to beg among the dogs at the rich man’s gate, he was not forgotten by God and received the recompense of his faith in resting in Abraham’s bosom for eternity; yet the rich man who scorned the beggar, spent eternity in torment, begging for deliverance.
The godly trusting child whether poor or rich can have great expectations in the journey of this life.

Consider this:

The godly child trusts the Lord by faith, to provide them with all things necessary for this life and righteousness.
They trust with the eye of faith that all things will work for their good according to the scriptures.
They trust and cling to the blessed hope of the soon return of the Lord to catch His children away.
They rejoice in the knowledge that they too shall share in His glory when the eternal ages roll.

These expectations of faith cannot perish…………For………they are laid up in Christ Jesus, who lives forever; and because He lives, His beloved children will also live!

The trusting saint sings many a song which the rich sinner cannot understand!

Oh, my dear readers, do not weary in this journey of life, which is littered with trouble, heart-ache and pain, but LOOK UP AND REJOICE; for the day is soon coming when God will wipe away every tear, there will be no more sickness, and there will be no more death. We shall gather at His right Hand where there will be pleasures forevermore!

Psalm 16:11 (NKJV) “You will show me the path of life; In Your presence is fullness of joy; At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”

EVER PRESENT, NEVER ABSENT

Blush Bouquet - Photographer -Chuck Flewelling

Blush Bouquet – Photographer -Chuck Flewelling

EVER PRESENT, NEVER ABSENT

Think for a minute about this cluster of scripture verses:
John 14:6 (NKJV) Jesus said to him, “I AM the way, the truth, and the life……”
John 11:25 (NKJV) Jesus said to her, “I AM the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live.”
John 15:1 (NKJV) “I AM the true vine, and My Father is the vinedresser.

The ever present I AM!!!!!! We serve a PRESENT TENSE Lord! He never says, “I WAS”!

Which one of us can lay claim to this declaration? NONE………FOR WE ARE HUMAN! We are mortal people of the “past tense” in many things. For example: we “were” once younger, healthier, slimmer, single, married” and the list could go on! The result is we frequently think of things in the “past tense”, reminiscing of the “good old days” and sometimes longing to return to them!
Not so with the Lord! Unwavering in strength He need never say “I WAS” instead He shouts through the ages “I AM”.

It is such a comfort to know that the ever present “I AM” walks with us each day. We don’t have to go scurrying to find Him somewhere in the mists of the past; when we need Him. He is so “present” in our lives that He is able to read our very thoughts, hear our whispered concerns and gently wipe the wetness of our tears as they course down our cheeks!
What a glorious assurance – the great “I AM” IS EVER PRESENT and NEVER ABSENT from our lives.

Hear the power of His voice in the storms of your life.
From the center of the storm, listen and you will hear His unwavering voice rising above the crescendo of the screaming winds; declaring…….. “I AM PRESENT in this storm, so FEAR NOT!
Yes, He took command of the tempestuous winds and waves of the Galilean sea………………….The “I AM” was present at the stoning of Stephen, the beating of Paul, the shipwreck on the Island of Malta and with John on the Island of Patmos.

The Lord, our “I AM”, stood tall in the midst of the ashes of Twin Tower carnage and spoke peace to the broken hearts.
He walks with authority into the ICU rooms, Oncologist’s offices, school classrooms, present day battlefields, prison cells, solemn heart wrenching grave-side……there is no place, event or situation in
life, where we cannot feel the touch and hear the voice of the Lord of all ages – our ever present
“I AM”.

Whatever road you are walking today, whether is one of joy, or anticipation, or fear, or heart-ache or hopelessness; lean hard on the Lord; for the scriptures comfort us with the promise that, “He will never leave us or forsake us” and He is the great “I AM” who is the same, yesterday, today and forever! (Hebrews 13:8)

A PRAYER AND A BULLDOG

Inky & Russel

A PRAYER AND A BULLDOG
Nothing is too small, too insignificant or too uneducated for God to use. God can and will use some of the most unusual and insignificant agents for the accomplishment of His purposes. Sometimes we are so focused on God stepping with something “spectacular” in answer to our prayers that we don’t even recognize His provision that He gives us. What do I mean by this statement? Well……pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea and get ready to read another chapter from our African journey!

The setting to this account took place early in our years as missionaries in Rhodesia, at the time we were living in the small town of Hartley in January of 1970. Night had fallen and the heat of the summer’s day began to cool. We had an early evening meal as Glyn was holding a committee meeting with some of the African elders, which was being held in our mission’s church building. The meeting was to settle a dispute between two of the elders plus make plans for our up-coming District conference. The terrorist war was seriously impacting our safety, especially when we held large meetings in rural areas, which we frequently did. I decided to use my evening hours working in our office, studying and preparing my sermons that I would be preaching to the women that would gather at the up-coming meetings. Our office was a little room off of our screened-in veranda. It was sparsely equipped; basically two desks and a very ancient manual typewriter! There were no trappings of the modern luxuries that offices today have, such as high speed internet, computers, photo-copiers and the like. This time and era had yet to be brought into the age of technology; so we did the best we could with the resources at hand. The house in Hartley only had cement floors, which actually was a bonus because they remained cool in the African heat. Our British bulldog, Inky, was spread flat out on his stomach beside my desk, maximizing the coolness from the floor. All was quiet; the night was still, except for the chirping of the crickets and the gentle snoring of the dog! It wasn’t long and I was totally engrossed in the message I was preparing; the hours slipped away unnoticed until Inky, seeking more coolness got up, and walked out into the veranda and through the open screen door and flopped down outside in our fenced front yard. Having been interrupted by the movement of the dog, I became aware that I needed to stretch, give my eyes a break and fix myself a cup of tea. Our kitchen backed onto a service lane that was used by the African vendors delivering, milk, bread, and vegetables to their customers.
While waiting for the water to boil for my tea, I busied myself tidying the kitchen, when a sharp knock on the kitchen door startled me. Who could it possibly be at this late hour? Without given it a second thought I unlocked and opened the door. Instantly I knew I was in trouble…………but the deed was done and I had no recourse but to face the individual standing a mere couple of feet from me. His hair was streaked with mud and looked as though it had not seen a comb or soap and water in months. His clothes were filthy, torn and hung from his rugged frame like rags. He glared down at me with a malicious look in his eyes and demanded that I let him in, give him food and money! It did not take me long to realize that I was facing a thug with very evil intent on his mind! The only thing standing between myself and him was a thin piece of plywood that was about three feet high which was attached to the doorway to prevent our bulldog from going into the unfenced backyard!
Not much security there!
My situation was precarious to say the least.
I had no way to call for help…….I was without any source of modern communication tools such as a cell phone. What was I to do?

I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to silently call out to the Lord, asking Him to provide Divine protection. Buying time and praying for wisdom to diffuse what now was an escalating confrontation, I looked the man square in the eyes; told him that I was sorry but I could not help him and he needed to leave immediately, as the hour was late! This did not produce the results I was praying for………… as he only became more belligerent and threatening! Now what…………………!

A noise behind me distracted my focus on the man’s eyes for a split second; I saw a look of terror come over rage-filled twisted face, then I realised the source of the instant change in this man’s demeanor when I heard a deep throated growl of warning and Inky lunged at the thin plywood home-made “gate”.
God had sent me a guarding angel and a protector in the form of our bulldog!
With a curse of anger exploding from his lips the man turned and fled into the darkness of the service lane!
You might chuckle and tell me that I am grasping at straws to think that our bulldog was sent by God to deliver me from this thug. I beg to differ…………………………consider these facts:

Inky was OUTSIDE in the front yard which was the complete opposite side of our house.
Inky was too far to even hear the confrontation going on at my kitchen door.
If you know anything about bulldogs, when they sleep they are not easily roused!

So………………….I believe that God nudged Inky awake and sent him into the kitchen knowing that this thug would run for his life at the sight of a growing bulldog’s face! You see God answered my call for help by using a simple, very loving bulldog, to accomplish His Divine intervention.

GOD DIDN’T NEED TO SEND AND ANGEL – INSTEAD HE SENT A BULLDOG!

The lesson I took away from this experience is that many times in our lives God will use inconsequential and the least unexpected vessels to accomplish His Will.
Has it occurred to you, my friends, that He can even use each one of us, no matter how insignificant we might feel, to intercept someone and lead them to new life in Christ? Never underestimate the power of the living God flowing through a willing vessel!

Yes………..Isaiah 46:4 was a living reality that hot night in Hartley, Rhodesia!

Isaiah 46:4 (NASB) Even to your old age I will be the same, And even to your graying years I will bear you! I have done it, and I will carry you; and I will bear you and I will deliver you.

GOD, A CHICKEN AND A WOOD STOVE

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Glyn & I had popped into Wal-Mart to pick up some bread and milk and had an interesting experience. Just as we were putting our purchased items in the trunk of the car, a fresh faced, clean shaven, young man materialized out of the dark, approached us and asked if he could speak to us. He was dressed neatly; hair combed and had a silver chain with an ornate cross hanging from his neck. He addressed us very meekly and “seemed” apologetic for even taking our time. He told us his plight…..his vehicle had thrown a rod in the engine, it was at a garage being repaired and ALL he was asking for was some money to help him buy a bus ticket to get home to Columbus, Missouri!!
Yes, I can hear you all saying………”Please Norma, tell us that you didn’t fall for that scam and give him money……….or “Norma don’t you know people like this target the ELDERLY and they become victims…?” Don’t think for one split second that those very thoughts were not running through my head, for THEY WERE, VERY LOUD AND CLEAR, as Glyn began to exchange conversation with him. After a few more minutes of conversation Glyn gave him some money (not a large amount) and he was on his way hunting for another unsuspecting soul in the parking lot.
As we drove away we discussed the “wisdom” of doing this. How do we know this young man was telling the truth? How could we even judge that he wasn’t going to use the money for drugs, alcohol or some other wasteful pleasure? WE DIDN’T! On the other hand; what if the Lord had sent him our way, knowing that we would open our hearts to his plight, which might have been genuine and we had hardened our hearts and turned him away? I know all of my readers have been thrust into similar situations as this, all the more so since our economy has taken such a dive and many are out of work. By the time we had reached our home, Glyn and I came to the conclusion that no matter what the young man’s motives were, whether pure or evil, God was more interested in OUR hearts. Glyn gave out of a heart of compassion EVEN if he was being taken advantage of!

There is a lesson that Jesus taught on this very subject: Luke 6:37-38 (NKJV)
“Judge not, and you shall not be judged. Condemn not, and you shall not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven. Give and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.”

The Lord is teaching us a principle of “giving and receiving”; He blesses us and we in turn then can bless others!
This little exchange in the Wal-Mart parking lot reminded me of an event that happened to us at Rufaro Mission Station, in Rhodesia Africa, back in the 1970’s. Glyn and I were in charge of the mission but did not live on it; we travelled back and forth to it, several times a month, keeping the place operating, checking on the African staff and seeing that the mission school was running smoothly. On these visits we would stay 2 or 3 days, sometimes longer if need be. This mission house was very primitive by American standards! There was no electricity or running water except for a generator that ran for a few hours each evening. So we always carried all the food & water supplies we needed for the allotted time we planned to stay. On this particular visit we have been there for several days and planned on returning home on Sunday after Glyn had preached the morning service to the staff and school children. On Saturday evening there was a knock on the kitchen door; there stood one of the African workers. Under his arm was a scrawny field chicken and on his other arm was a basket with potatoes, carrots, onions and tomatoes cultivated from his garden. He told me that he wanted to share God’s blessing to him with Glyn and I! I thanked him and after visiting for a while he headed back to his hut. I had just enough food in my “chop-box” for our lunch the next day, so I thought I would carry the live chicken back home, fatten it up before making a meal of it, plus also the fresh vegetable would keep for the journey home. Sunday morning arrived with clear skies, brilliant sunshine and hearts ready to worship the Lord. While eating our breakfast we became aware of the sound of an approaching vehicle on the long dirt track that led to the Mission house. Next thing a stranger steps out of the vehicle, which came to a stop in front of the veranda. Glyn went out to greet the gentleman. He introduced himself as a traveler just passing through who needed a meal and wanted to find a place to worship and just happened to notice the little road sign that pointed to the Mission Station and had followed the dirt track until he found us!
Glyn invited the stranger in; I quickly boiled some water to make tea for our guest, on the old wood stove that was our only means of cooking. Consternation filled my mind as I prepared the tea for I realized that I did not have enough food to feed this stranger and he wanted a meal! There was no Wal-Mart near-by to run to and get supplies – we were in the Africa after-all! Suddenly I remember “my gifts” that had arrived at our door the evening before. Quickly with help from one of our workers, the head came off of the scrawny chicken, feathers pluck, and the bird was cut up into pieces. Adding more wood to the stove, I grabbed my cast iron cooking pot, and proceeded to make a chicken stew with the chicken and vegetables that had been our “gift”! I left that simmering on the back of the wood stove and off to church we went; to worship the Lord with grateful hearts for His provision.
When the service was over I hurried back to the mission house to check on my hurriedly thrown together stew, while Glyn visited with the African believers. Setting our bare table I felt embarrassed that I did not have a beautiful linen tablecloth and fine china to entertain this stranger with, but quickly pushed those “vain thoughts” out of my mind with the knowledge that the meal would taste the same whether it was served on a tin plate or china plate! That day as the stranger shook hands with us and bid as farewell he made the comment that I had fed him one of the most “delicious chicken stews” he ever remembers eating! I smiled and told him to thank God as “He was the one” that put that stew together!
Friends……we can’t out give God. That dear African worker had shared with us out of his own poverty and in turn we were able to bless an unexpected stranger who found his way to our mission house that Sunday morning!

Night Encounter

Elephant family

It was a hot, muggy evening following a typical African summer thunderstorm, in the small town of Hartley, Rhodesia. The house we were renting was humble; it had bare concrete floors, adobe walls and a corrugated asbestos roof. Humble though it was we were as happy as though we were living in the luxury of a palace. The Lord provided for our daily needs and we were focused on the call He had placed in our lives. The work was flourishing, many lives were being changed by the preaching of the Word; exciting days lay before us. Not only were we rejoicing in what God was doing but we were anticipating the birth of our first child in three months’ time! Life was good, we had each other, our hearts were full; we had so much to be thankful for, our confidence rested firmly in the shelter of God’s provision and protection.
The thunderstorm gradually abated with a few distant rumblings as it moved across the thirsty countryside. Now the muggy heat set in. Our bedroom had French doors that opened onto a screened porch that had a simple screen door with no lock. Most summer nights, we slept with our bedroom doors open to maximize the flow of air. We had no fan and slept under a mosquito net for protection from mosquitoes. The mosquito net hung from a hook in the ceiling and was tucked in around the bed. Even though it was thin cotton netting, it gave us protection not only from malaria carrying mosquitoes but also the many spiders and geckoes that shared the house with us! This particular evening Glyn and I decided to lie in bed and do some reading while waiting for the night air to cool down; before tucking in the mosquito net around us for the night. All was quiet expect for the comforting night sounds, that we were so familiar with. Lost in the book I was reading I was oblivious that a very large rain spider had scurried in from the porch and had climbed the wall directly over my head, seeking out our bedroom light. Rain spiders are known to come out of their hiding places after a rain as they love to feed on the flying ants that take flight once the summer rainstorm has passed. We had a lot of these rather nasty looking spiders living in our rock garden! They are large spiders with thick bodies, long legs and a set of intimidating pincers that they catch their prey with. Full grown ones can stretch the length of a hand! In spite of their ferocious looks they are not poisonous but can give a painful nip if provoked…..Not really a spider to be feared though. A movement above my head finally caught my attention, I look up and staring down at me from its vantage point above my head was our 8 legged night visitor! What transpired next was hilarious to say the least! I might have been in my last trimester of carrying our baby but I leaped out of bed with the speed of an Olympic hurdler and ran out onto the porch! To my consternation I discovered that the spider had dropped to the floor and was chasing after me. In my haste to flee I forgot that these spiders run after movement. Instead of stopping and letting my pursuer simply run harmlessly past me, I grabbed the screen door, flung it open and ran outside………….BIG MISTAKE! I ran bare footed into a nest of rain spiders greedily stuffing themselves with flying ants! By now my “Knight in shining armor” knew that the love of his life was not a happy camper, controlling his mirth he encouraged me to come back to bed where I would be safe in his protective care!
Once I was back into the safety of our bed and we were all tucked in under the mosquito net for the night, I began to reflect on the hilarious adventure I just had experienced. I saw a spiritual lesson in what had just transpired …… You see the big mistake I made was to run from the protection of my bed.

How many times in our spiritual walk have we run ahead of God in His leading?
Remember God’s promise……Proverbs 18:10 (NKJV) The name of the LORD is a strong tower; The righteous run to it and are safe.
When we run ahead of God’s leading we are removing ourselves from the refuge He has provided for us. There are so many things that will draw us AWAY from God’s plan for us, even when we foolishly think we are doing the right thing, as I did that night. I love this scripture verse….YES, The Lord IS our STRONG TOWER……as children of God we have this place of safety to run to for refuge. He is the “tower” that cannot be breached or invaded by the enemy. Remember; when the circumstances of our lives cause our trust and faith in God to waver DON’T RUN FROM the strong tower of God’s provision but RUN TO IT.
Yes…..the Name of the Lord is a strong tower and the righteous run to it and are safe! Blessed be the Name of the Lord!

Night Visitors

Rufaro Mission Station

NIGHT VISITORS
The Lord assures us that when we come under attack by our adversaries we need not be alarmed, we need not fear, we need not wonder how to respond, how to react or how to reply, for He promised us His Spirit to guide us even in the most dire circumstances. Consider His words:

Matthew 10:19-20 (NKJV) But when they deliver you up, do not worry about how or what you should speak. For it will be given to you in that hour what you should speak; for it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father who speaks in you.

Glyn and I have a living example of this very scripture while missionaries in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe). We had travelled to Rufaro Mission station which was part of our District. I actually had lived there as a child and I am sure you will hear many more accounts from me of God’s intervention at this place! The old mission house was still standing though it bore the scars of time. It was the height of the rainy season and when we arrived we discovered that the walls of the main bedroom were soaking wet, where the torrential rain had seeped through the mud bricks and puddles of water were pooling on the cement floor. This was our first trip back to the mission station since the birth of our first son, Russel, who was barely four weeks old. We did not want to be sleeping in a damp environment with a tiny baby, so we set up our camp cots in the living room area that was much drier. At the close of a busy day, around 11:00 PM, Glyn went out and turned the generator off, darkness enveloped the house. The African night is extremely dark as the only source of light is the moon; there is no glow of streets lights, the trappings of modern society, to light the night sky! As we were drifting off to sleep listening to the night calls of the small “Night Apes” or Bush babies as we knew them, mingled with the soft hooting of owls and the ever chirping chorus of crickets, another sound invaded our subconscious; it was the sound of an approaching vehicle. Questions flooded our minds…. Who could it be at this late hour? Who would have found their way in the night hours to our isolated mission station? We were in the middle of a terrorist war and missionaries were known targets, so this thought was very much central in our minds. Glyn got up and stepped out onto the darkened verandah. He had his loaded 30/30 rifle in his hand but nestled tight against his side so it could not be easily noticed. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw a vehicle parked that was totally blocking our ability to escape and four men were exiting the vehicle and heading straight for the house. This did not bode well for us! They had not noticed Glyn, so with the element of surprise on his side and whispering a prayer for Divine protection, he called out in the Shona language asking the men who they were and what they wanted. For a minute they stopped, peering into the deep gloom trying to locate the source of his voice. Then they spotted Glyn standing on the darkened porch and approached him with swaggering steps. What followed was an exchange of ever escalating angry dialogue about their intentions – they made it plain that we were outnumbered and would comply with whatever they had in mind! Glyn stood his ground, while I picked up our infant son, holding him close to my heart and stepped deeper into the darkened corner of the bare living room, calling out to the Lord for His protection. It seemed as though we were in for the fight of our lives; when at an inner prompting, Glyn asked the men to move their car as it was blocking our ability to move our vehicle. They responded angrily, refusing to comply, inching ever closer with menacing steps towards Glyn. Suddenly as though they had seen something that literally punched the fight out of them, they turned, moved the car off the road and disappeared into the darkness. Breathing a grateful prayer of thanks to the Lord for His protection in a situation that could have turned deadly, we crept back into our sleeping bags; resting in the knowledge that God had us surrounded with His angels! The next morning at first light, we looked out expecting to see the vehicle but it was gone, at some point in the night, while we slept peacefully the intruders returned to claim their vehicle!
You see, we were not alone in this encounter – God was there with us and His Holy Spirit gave Glyn the words to defuse what could have turned into a violent confrontation. Friends remember amid all the madness and mayhem raging right now in this corrupt and decadent world, we can have strength, courage and peace because of His protecting love for us. By His spoken Word we are able to rout our opponents. By the bright light of the same Word of God the forces of darkness are dispelled and His love DISPLACES all fear and despair. So take courage today my friends; the Lord has promised never to leave us or forsake us, so rest on His Divine promises today.