Follow-up

If I get to write about it, I am willing to share most anything. So, blogging presents a new dilema for me. My parents read this blog, as do my in-laws, my grandma, my husband, our roommate and my friends. So obviously I can't pour out everything. But this blog wasn't meant as a diary anyway. Also, some of my aforementioned readers worry a lot. I don't want them to worry so I withhold information sometimes (anyone else do this?). This post is a follow-up to the Love That Guy post from July. Reread it if you don't remember the story. I hope enough time has passed that no one will worry anymore. (Did you see? I figured out how to turn words into a link, just click on the pinkish words and you go to post I mentioned. How cool!)

So T followed those kids. I was inspired. What I didn't know was that those kids had seen which house T had emerged from. The next night T and Cody went to hang out with a friend. I settled in for a quiet evening of reading. T called shortly before the girls went to bed and told me to make sure the doors were locked "just in case." We don't usually lock the doors if we are home until we go to bed. I wasn't too worried. A friend was next door, meeting with a potential landlord. I kept the front door open, locked the screen and hoped my friend would sense the invitation to come in when her meeting was over. Marcy's meeting lasted over an hour, and she was tired. Marcy likes being alone and isn't always social, but she felt like she should stop by to chat. We had a nice conversation, getting to know each other better. Suddenly, it sounded like someone was firing an airgun or something at the house. We weren't sure what the noise was but we were certain the noise was directed at my house. I checked on the girls, sound asleep and signs of trouble. I tried calling T and his friends, but they were at a movie and no one answered. I called a neighbor, but he wasn't at his house. I felt nervous and scared but thankful that I wasn't alone. We finally called 911, explained the situation, said it wasn't an emergency but we would like a cop to stop by and make sure everything was safe. Fifty minutes later a cop did come. He had carefully walked around the house and seen nothing. He did find a few holes in the siding of our house but because he saw a cobweb was rather certain they were old. To be brief, the cop was wrong and those holes were new. There are five holes in the vinyl siding ( two of them quite large) and we found the cement chunks they threw in the landscaping. The holes are on the side, bottom and top of the north dining room window. I am convinced that an angel of God must have been diverting those rocks, because I can't figure out how those kids missed the big window.

It's been weeks and nothing else has happened. Someone asked me if I now wanted to move or change my philosophy. It would be a lie to say I wasn't jumpy and anxious for a few days or to say that I just shrugged the incident off and kept going. If anything, it has reminded me of the cost of living the way we think Jesus would and deepened our determination to keep trying. And after my first post, it seemed like you deserved to hear the end of the story.