"My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth." Psalm 121:2 (NAS)
Shortly after my husband and I moved to Charleston, South Carolina, I took a job in a gift shop in the historic Indigo Market. The shop had two levels; the office and telephone were on the second.
On my first day working solo, shortly after opening, a young man came in and quickly walked to the counter where I was stood. He stared in my face as he shoved his hand, hidden in a brown bag across the counter. I knew this was a robbery. There had been several in the area recently.
Silently, I called out to Jesus. Immediately the phone upstairs began ringing. Without thinking I bolted upstairs, yelling behind me, "I'll be right back!" My boss was checking on me.
"Is everything okay?" she said when I answered. I quickly relayed the situation to her while the fellow stood waiting downstairs. She hung up and dialed the owner of the jewelry shop next door, a large burly man, who kept a gun behind the counter. It seemed only seconds before he was there, escorting the would-be robber out the door to meet the police.
Standing in the shop with shaking knees, it was then that I realized I had not been working alone at all. I thanked God for sending help just in the nick of time!
Dear Lord, thank You that we never have to feel alone again. You are always watching over us and hear our every prayer. You know what our day will hold before we open our eyes each morning. What a comfort to know that You are with us. Amen.
(c) Bonnie M. Evans