What’s That Sound?

I never really thought that much about being alone until my husband died. Not that I always had someone with me up to that point. Being married to an avid hunter meant that I had more than one evening when coon hunting kept him out until well after midnight and I was by myself. But there was a security in knowing that, before long, he would be back home with me. The security was shattered with his death. After the funeral was over and friends and family left, the sounds in my home that had never bothered me before began to take on new meanings. A creak in a floor signaled someone coming down the hall. The wind shoving a branch against the side of my house became a ladder accompanied by a thief. Car lights shining in my bedroom window from a neighbor translated into the flashlight of someone trying to find a way into my home.

I found myself in a boat with an oar named faith and one named fear. And I also found that they did not, in fact, COULD not, work together. I tried to use them both at the same time but only managed to go in a never-ending circle. I had a decision to make: either I would hand over all my fears, all my anxieties, all my worries to the Lord or I would resign myself to living day after day and week after week in fear of what might or might not happen in my life. I chose to give it all to the One who is in control of all things and Who has His hand in mine. I chose to trust the One Who made me.

My trust was put to the test this last week. I had decorated a Christmas tree in a back bedroom. It had a lean-to-the-left look about it but I thought that just gave it character. I hung a few ornaments and a string of lights on the tree and then got ready for bed. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a huge “Boom! Boom!” and a series of bumping and rolling sounds. My heart seemed to leap from my chest as I sat straight up in bed and searched frantically for a flashlight in the nightstand. And then with perfect timing, as He often does, the Lord spoke to my heart: “It’s just the tree, Nancy. It’s just the tree.” Those words immediately began to calm my fears and my heart rate decelerated to a more normal rate. I remembered what David said in Psalm 56:3-4 “When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?” My trust in the Lord to keep His wings around me and protect me allowed me to lay down and go back to sleep with the knowledge that He is indeed in control of trees that go boom and things that go bump in the night.

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