God is my Protector

On Sunday, I parked my car in my parking spot in the ally. I heard an announcement from a circling helicopter. The police were looking for a 185 pound male with a buzz cut wearing a white tank top and black shorts. Usually, I am inside my house when I hear similar announcements, so I was in a hurry to enter my house and lock the door.

Monday morning, I went to grab my keys from my purse as I was ready to leave for work. My keys were not in my purse. I searched the house but did not find them. My thought process led me to suspect I left my keys in the front door. I have done this twice before. I opened the door and found them in the lock, where I had left them.

I was in awe of God's power. I left my keys in the front door. I thought I was safe, when, in fact, my house was wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. My car keys were available.

So, I am singing God's praises. I am so thankful that He protects me. Sure, I can lock a door and feel safe, but only in God's provisions am I truly safe.