I wish...
Have you ever had one of those days when you woke up in the morning with the absolute certainty that the entire universe is conspiring against you? Its not really the cat in your face (actually, the cat's butt), or the fact that you can't feel your arm because you slept wrong and now the whole thing is numb from the shoulder down, its that gut feeling; that feeling in your stomach that something is going down but you just can't put your finger on it.
Whenever I have that feeling, after a major prayer of protection, my first stop in the morning is the computer to check my checking account. I don't know about you, but this doggone fibro fog does a number with my memory. Try as I might, I inevitably forget a bill and manage to over draw my account on occasion, so naturally when that feeling hits me, that's the first thing that I check. After making sure that I didn't forget anything, then I check in with Chris, check up on Andrea to make sure that she isn't doing anything that could burn up the house or make the FBI show up on my doorstep. Then its on to my parents, my brother and sister in law, mother in law and so on until its time to check in with Beth who is a whole day ahead of us (OK, almost a whole day) to make sure that everyone is OK and in one piece. When all of those bases are covered and I find that everyone is OK, that's when I get that look on my face as if I've just been told that I have to walk across a busy street blindfolded....unassisted....with only my other senses to guide me. That's when I send the prayers, urgently, up to God again.
Now, I know what you're thinking...what a knee-jerk reaction! Nah....just a good one. Think about it, if you are faced with a situation where you're going in blind, you have zero information on what is beside you, before you, behind you, above or below you, you can bet your sweet potatoes that it can't be the best news that you've had for the day. Personally, I would rather have a couple of angels hanging out with me than going it alone.
I remember one time when this particular feeling hit me. I was in high school and like all teenagers felt as if I were untouchable. Of course, when you were looking at the 70's, there weren't too many awful people out there taking kids off of the streets yet. Anyway, it was after I had gotten my drivers license so I had to be about 16 or 17 when this happened. It was downtown Reno, around dusk and I was walking to my car. It occurs to me that I may have been checking in with mom who would have been working dispatch for security at one of the casinos there. Anyway, back to walking to my car. I wasn't saved then, but I did know about Christ and what His salvation meant. I was on the line then, not leaning one way or the other. I do remember asking for protection because I had the niggling feeling. Just as soon as I did, a rather large man approached me and I looked him dead in the eye, clutched my keys between my fingers a little harder and walked by. I was told later by one of my friends in the police department that a young woman was found in an alley not far from where I saw this man. I don't remember if it was a rape or murder, I just remember the chill that I felt when I heard that, heck, I still get that feeling. I firmly believe that if I hadn't asked for protection that the girl in the alley would have been me.
Another time was just recently. I had a PT Cruiser that liked to overheat just out of nowhere. I had had it checked and nothing was wrong mechanically, but it was probably the computer. Regardless, it liked to overheat in the worst places at the worst times. In this case, it was on the way to pick up Bethany, during rush hour. Wouldn't you know it, Murphy's Law went into effect then. Right on a two lane bridge, the stupid thing overheated. I got out, called Beth to let her know what happened, lifted the hood and waited. A lot of people went by...I just prayed for protection from being rear-ended. Just a few minutes after that prayer, a young man in a beat up car came up and asked if I needed help. I told him that I was waiting for it to cool down. He stopped and asked if he could take a look to make sure nothing was blown. Since I was in the middle of rush hour I figured I was OK, so I said yes. After declaring that I just overheated (duh), he said that he thought that he might have some water in his trunk. He went over, opened it and pulled out two brand new bottles of antifreeze, which he poured into the radiator. When I offered to pay him back for the antifreeze, he said no and offered to follow me to my destination. I told him that if there was any problem, that there was a gas station at the light and I could call my daughter and let her know if I couldn't get further. He followed me for a quarter of a mile and when I looked into my mirror, he was gone. Understand, this is a feeder road with zero exits until the light....I hadn't gotten to the light yet. He was just gone.
So, after those two examples of Heavenly protection you may understand now why the first thing in my mind and out of my mouth is a prayer of protection. I don't really recall if there was anything of major significance that happened yesterday, I just know the feeling hit me and I pleaded for protection for those I love and for myself. I am sure that if any of my friends and family that read this had an issue yesterday that I would have known, or will know about it sometime soon. I do know that the fibro fog was especially dense yesterday. I went out to get a couple of things from Walmart and halfway down the street it was a struggle to remember what I was going out for. As it was, I forgot to get gas, praise God that I was able to get back to a decent priced gas station on the way back home after chewing myself out for forgetting in the first place. I also didn't bring home what I went for, but I did get a whole lot of stuff that I didn't intend to buy....go figure. So, yeah, after having a day of total frustration, that example was just the topper on my cake, to get home in one piece was a good thing. Nothing blew up at home, no one was maimed or seriously injured, although I did hit my bruised elbow on a porcelain tissue holder, bruising it further. I did see a poor lab at the shelter who had Kona's bandanna on, which hit the water works for me, but there was no major catastrophe, praise God for that.
Oh, yeah, the title. I wish that the universe wouldn't mess with me as much as it does.....it seldom wins I don't think, and if it does manage to win a small skirmish, the victory can't be all that sweet when I have a couple of pretty imposing angels standing ready to defend and protect me. That's one of the pluses of being a daughter of the King! **wink!** However, as much as I wished that it weren't so, inevitably it will happen again, I will be walking around like a radar beacon, checking everything around me first, then checking out the bogies that are there but are untested or unrecognizable, and I will be asking for a hedge of protection, again, so that I can get through my day. Alas! That's also something that one experiences when you are a Child of the King....the devil will try to trip you up every time, working to discredit your walk. Sometimes he manages, sometimes he doesn't, but I can rest assured that I always have God on my side and even if I fall, He's there to pick me up, dust me off and encourage me to keep moving forward.
Whenever I have that feeling, after a major prayer of protection, my first stop in the morning is the computer to check my checking account. I don't know about you, but this doggone fibro fog does a number with my memory. Try as I might, I inevitably forget a bill and manage to over draw my account on occasion, so naturally when that feeling hits me, that's the first thing that I check. After making sure that I didn't forget anything, then I check in with Chris, check up on Andrea to make sure that she isn't doing anything that could burn up the house or make the FBI show up on my doorstep. Then its on to my parents, my brother and sister in law, mother in law and so on until its time to check in with Beth who is a whole day ahead of us (OK, almost a whole day) to make sure that everyone is OK and in one piece. When all of those bases are covered and I find that everyone is OK, that's when I get that look on my face as if I've just been told that I have to walk across a busy street blindfolded....unassisted....with only my other senses to guide me. That's when I send the prayers, urgently, up to God again.
Now, I know what you're thinking...what a knee-jerk reaction! Nah....just a good one. Think about it, if you are faced with a situation where you're going in blind, you have zero information on what is beside you, before you, behind you, above or below you, you can bet your sweet potatoes that it can't be the best news that you've had for the day. Personally, I would rather have a couple of angels hanging out with me than going it alone.
I remember one time when this particular feeling hit me. I was in high school and like all teenagers felt as if I were untouchable. Of course, when you were looking at the 70's, there weren't too many awful people out there taking kids off of the streets yet. Anyway, it was after I had gotten my drivers license so I had to be about 16 or 17 when this happened. It was downtown Reno, around dusk and I was walking to my car. It occurs to me that I may have been checking in with mom who would have been working dispatch for security at one of the casinos there. Anyway, back to walking to my car. I wasn't saved then, but I did know about Christ and what His salvation meant. I was on the line then, not leaning one way or the other. I do remember asking for protection because I had the niggling feeling. Just as soon as I did, a rather large man approached me and I looked him dead in the eye, clutched my keys between my fingers a little harder and walked by. I was told later by one of my friends in the police department that a young woman was found in an alley not far from where I saw this man. I don't remember if it was a rape or murder, I just remember the chill that I felt when I heard that, heck, I still get that feeling. I firmly believe that if I hadn't asked for protection that the girl in the alley would have been me.
Another time was just recently. I had a PT Cruiser that liked to overheat just out of nowhere. I had had it checked and nothing was wrong mechanically, but it was probably the computer. Regardless, it liked to overheat in the worst places at the worst times. In this case, it was on the way to pick up Bethany, during rush hour. Wouldn't you know it, Murphy's Law went into effect then. Right on a two lane bridge, the stupid thing overheated. I got out, called Beth to let her know what happened, lifted the hood and waited. A lot of people went by...I just prayed for protection from being rear-ended. Just a few minutes after that prayer, a young man in a beat up car came up and asked if I needed help. I told him that I was waiting for it to cool down. He stopped and asked if he could take a look to make sure nothing was blown. Since I was in the middle of rush hour I figured I was OK, so I said yes. After declaring that I just overheated (duh), he said that he thought that he might have some water in his trunk. He went over, opened it and pulled out two brand new bottles of antifreeze, which he poured into the radiator. When I offered to pay him back for the antifreeze, he said no and offered to follow me to my destination. I told him that if there was any problem, that there was a gas station at the light and I could call my daughter and let her know if I couldn't get further. He followed me for a quarter of a mile and when I looked into my mirror, he was gone. Understand, this is a feeder road with zero exits until the light....I hadn't gotten to the light yet. He was just gone.
So, after those two examples of Heavenly protection you may understand now why the first thing in my mind and out of my mouth is a prayer of protection. I don't really recall if there was anything of major significance that happened yesterday, I just know the feeling hit me and I pleaded for protection for those I love and for myself. I am sure that if any of my friends and family that read this had an issue yesterday that I would have known, or will know about it sometime soon. I do know that the fibro fog was especially dense yesterday. I went out to get a couple of things from Walmart and halfway down the street it was a struggle to remember what I was going out for. As it was, I forgot to get gas, praise God that I was able to get back to a decent priced gas station on the way back home after chewing myself out for forgetting in the first place. I also didn't bring home what I went for, but I did get a whole lot of stuff that I didn't intend to buy....go figure. So, yeah, after having a day of total frustration, that example was just the topper on my cake, to get home in one piece was a good thing. Nothing blew up at home, no one was maimed or seriously injured, although I did hit my bruised elbow on a porcelain tissue holder, bruising it further. I did see a poor lab at the shelter who had Kona's bandanna on, which hit the water works for me, but there was no major catastrophe, praise God for that.
Oh, yeah, the title. I wish that the universe wouldn't mess with me as much as it does.....it seldom wins I don't think, and if it does manage to win a small skirmish, the victory can't be all that sweet when I have a couple of pretty imposing angels standing ready to defend and protect me. That's one of the pluses of being a daughter of the King! **wink!** However, as much as I wished that it weren't so, inevitably it will happen again, I will be walking around like a radar beacon, checking everything around me first, then checking out the bogies that are there but are untested or unrecognizable, and I will be asking for a hedge of protection, again, so that I can get through my day. Alas! That's also something that one experiences when you are a Child of the King....the devil will try to trip you up every time, working to discredit your walk. Sometimes he manages, sometimes he doesn't, but I can rest assured that I always have God on my side and even if I fall, He's there to pick me up, dust me off and encourage me to keep moving forward.
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