Last night, Mark and I did something we rarely do--we went to bed early. We were both out before 11:00. However, at 11:30, someone started pounding on our door. I slept through it, but Mark got up to investigate it. He found a man walking around our house into our backyard.
I had woken up by this time and when I called for Mark, he told me that a man had been pounding on our door and was now in our backyard. Needless to say, I was completely freaked out! Mark told me that he had called the police and that they were on their way.
Now you need to know we live in a pretty quiet little neighborhood. Most of the time, nothing really goes on. However, two years ago, there was a string of break-ins, and we started a neighborhood watch. The responsible people were caught and dealt with. Things were then quiet again.
This month, there once again has been a string of incidents, mostly things like damaged mailboxes and knocked over garbage cans (only one street seems to be targeted, and thankfully, it isn't ours). The only scary incident was when a man just knocked and walked into someone's house. The homeowner demanded that he leave, and he did. The man walked around the neighborhood and creeped out a few other people but then was gone.
So that is the context of this situation. I stayed in bed, praying, scared out of my mind while Mark tried to keep an eye on the guy. Next thing he knows, the guy sits down on our porch swing and makes himself at home! Mark called the police again to give them this update. Meanwhile, I am wondering how long the police would take; it felt like ages, and I was really really scared.
Finally, the police came and found the guy passed out on our porch swing. They had Mark come out to see if he knew the guy, and Mark was afraid that the guy had died on our swing. Fortunately, he hadn't! Mark had never seen the guy, but we were nervous that maybe he was one of our neighbor's drunken friends.
The police woke the guy up and found out that he wasn't from our area. He had been out drinking and had gone home with some woman. She decided to get rid of him, so she had opened the door and pushed him out. So there he was, wandering around our neighborhood, completely drunk. (and all this was BEFORE 11:30 p.m.!)
The police took him, Mark came back to bed, and we prayed and then eventually fell back to sleep. I am so thankful for a God who listens and protects us. I don't know if I have ever been so scared in my life, and I just kept praying "God keep us safe" over and over again. It was all I could get out.
God is so good. All the time.