This last Saturday my husband and I were sitting in the living room, enjoying dinner and watching televison. The front door opened and in walked a scraggly blonde young man we'd never seen before. He took off his jacket and hat and dropped them on the floor and said, "Hi." Startled, the only thing I could mutter was, "Who are you, what are you doing and why did you walk into our home without knocking?" He said he was sorry but was looking for his friends but couldn't remember where they lived. I advised him his friends were not here and politely asked him to leave. He looked hurt and hesitated for a moment, so I stood up and escorted him out. It was the oddest experience I'd ever had and it wasn't until a few hours later that I began to feel the fear.
I reported the incident to the Sheriff and found out later the young man was arrested later that night for attempting to steal a car, and that he was definitely under the influence of drugs. God was definitely watching over me and my family that afternoon. Had I reacted angrily or with fear, the outcome may have been disastrous.
2 Samuel 22:3
My God, my rock of refuge! My shield, my saving horn,
my stronghold, my refuge,my savior, from violence you keep me safe.
I pray God watches over that young man and guides him in a new direction.