| | Morgan is at the doctors this morning early with her daddy. Thanks for all the well wishes for mommy and for girlie. The report is no infection and it "looks good," though it looks awful to us -- seems like it will be some time for restoration of sorts to take place.
Thank you Uncle Micah and Aunt Holly for the pink/girl bandaids for Morgan. She loves them and has several holding her bandages on today... makes the re-dressing of the wounds fun for her! You guys are so sweet.
 
I bring Brighton in each night to tell Morgan "good night." I put her in bed with her for awhile and Morgan "reads the Bible to her," covers her with blankets over and over, and talks to her. It blesses me so much to see sisters!
 
Here is Brighton after my jog last night about the time the sun was going down. She enjoys the new stroller! And so have I -- it is so nice and thanks again to all of you who helped out with getting that for us! If you missed my "thank you" and you were apart of helping out, go back some posts and get a full description and appreciation please! :)
AND... BECAUSE LIFE NEVER IS DULL AROUND HERE:
I went out with Brighton last night... Robert had insisted that I take some time alone and so, I finally did. Went and walked in the park, sat in the Japanese Gardens and read my Bible -- went and got a bite to eat... walked some at the university park as well. Got home about 8:30 in time to feed Brighton again... short and sweet time alone, but nice and quiet.
But ... all was not quiet ...
WHILE I was gone, Robert was reading to the kids in the living room and glanced out the front window. A guy was going through our black car out front and looking for things to steal. Going through the glove compartment...
Robert ran out the front door and started running at him -- the guy said, "Stop or I'll shoot you! I've got a gun! Stop or I'll kill you, man!"
Robert kept coming right at him and the guy kept yelling for him to stop and that he had a gun... well, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a knife! (guess he forgot he had a knife and not a gun in there?...) 
Robert said, "I'm a Christian and I'm not scared of your gun..." and he walked right up to the guy and looked him in the face...
The guy said frantically, waving the knife in Robert's face, "Hey, this use to be my house, man, I use to live in that back room..." (not sure why this gave him "permission" to break into our car or rob us.)
There was this other guy on a bike...his accomplice... Robert forgot to see if it was Shelton's bike that was stolen! He had other things on his mind he said. The guy on the bike took off and was yelling at the other guy, "Come on, man, get out of there! Come on, lets go man!" and stuff like that and he headed up the road...
Well...
Robert got in the guys face (in a nice Robert sort of way I'm sure) and started telling the guy about Jesus and how he needed Him! The guy said, "oh, yeah man, I'm saved." and Robert said, "Man, when you get saved it's like getting hit by a Mack Truck -- you're changed... if you knew Jesus you wouldn't need to steal... you wouldn't steal..."
Robert said he can't remember all he said now -- he was just asking God to lead him!
The guy was freaking out most of the time Robert was talking, but then Robert said, "...I love you, man...in fifty years or less you and I are going to be in eternity somewhere... " and the guy just stared at him and shut up... then he started to calm down (Robert said he was about 18 maybe) and Robert kept talking to him about the Lord.
Finally, the guy asked if Robert would pray for him. He told him he was on drugs. He gave Robert his name. Robert said he would... and then the guy headed up the road.
ANYWAY ~
I get home and Robert says before he heads off to sleep, "Babe, I got a chance to witness this evening while you were away..."
I say, "To the kids? :) or the neighbors?"
He says, "No, to the guy taking stuff out of my car out front..."
I start asking what happened... he's not one to lift himself up...remember all the details... so it took some probing to get the story. Even then he just kept saying, "Lys, just maybe some seeds were planted... maybe, just maybe, God will work in that guys heart."
And I'm sitting there thanking God in my heart for protection over the man I love so much. And as any wife would than say... because for some reason we're prone to wonder the "what ifs" more than our men...
"Honey, what IF he did take out a gun and shoot you right there in the yard with all the kids watching out the window... and I wasn't even here..."
Oh, to trust Jesus. More and more. Oh, to even "risk" life to plant seeds in the hearts of men and women. I don't think I'm there yet. I want to be.
Robert was down town with a friend handing out spanish tracks early this morning before the storm hit. He is a constant reminder to me of why we are here on this earth. It's not about us. It's not about staying far away from the world and getting in our little comfort zones and protecting ourselves from people who don't have our standards...
Life is not about making sure we only go to a church where people homeschool, or wear clothes like we do, believe all the same things that we do... or any other thing like that. It's not about getting in our little cliques and only hanging with those who think like us... rejecting others.
"Go ye into all the world and preach the gospel!" That is our call. It doesn't say go into all the world and preach about 5 steps to this or 10 points to that to be godly... it says to preach Christ and him crucified. To tell of His love and of the wrath to come -- to give HOPE to the hopeless...
And there is no hope unless you've been hit by a "mack truck," as Robert puts it -- that's where Christ comes in and your life is forever changed.
At first, last night as I was going to sleep, every little noise would bother me... the enemy would tell me stuff like, "Oh, that guy knows you have a back room ... lived here... that means he knows the house, or has watched it..."
But then I thought of Robert running towards the guy who is yelling he has a gun and will shoot him if he comes closer...
That's trusting God knows your time. It's believing God will fulfill His promises in Scripture. It's resting and having peace that is beyond understanding... because your life has been forever changed. It's living like you have purpose... and God knows that purpose and you know it too.
And God gave me that peace as I drifted off to sleep.
a. ann~ |
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