Safe and Sound

An Encounter with Grace
We live on a narrow street in the rural foothils of Southern California’s coastal plain. The postal service does not attempt to navigate the roads in our neighborhood; instead we are provided with a post office box.

The post office is not far from our home, in a small shopping center that also houses the feed store and an orthodontist. It’s isolated, and the door to the post office is hidden from the street.

Usually my husband Rich picks up the mail; frankly I get a little creeped out when I stop there in the evening.

But recently Rich traveled on business–so it was up to me.

I swallowed my sense of vulnerability and stopped after work to retrieve our mail. I parked the truck in the empty parking lot and made my way inside. As I crouched to unlock our mailbox, I tried not to think about how my back was to the door. Gathering the mail, I left to return to my truck. As I emerged from the building, I saw that another truck had parked next to mine.

A man was sitting in the truck. He wasn’t talking on his phone, nor reading, nor doing anything in particular that I could determine. I got into my truck, closed the door, and started the engine. The man turned, nodded to me, and then stepped out of his truck and headed in to the post office.

8 I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken, for he is right
beside me.
9 No wonder my heart is glad, and I rejoice. My body
rests in safety.
Psalm 16:8-9 (NLT)

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  1. Well thank God that guy was a gentleman, and somehow knew it was thing to do. God may have spoken to him too… don’t we serve an amazing God? YES WE DO!!! Love ya Sheila, and I really love these blogs… see ya soon