Home Alone [not the movie]

When you live way out in the country….down a dirt road…surrounded by woods…and a mile away from the nearest neighbor (whom you don’t know)… and you are me, it can be a little…..daunting…being home all alone (especially at night).

I have the house to myself for the next few days. Last night I felt a few moments of trepidation as I was going to sleep. My mind started running through various things that, while improbable, were not impossible, and could happen to me while all alone. I really am not a fearful person, but it can be easy to wonder the ‘what ifs’. For instance, as I was in bed, the thought popped in my head of, “What if someone bad and mean broke into the house while I am sleeping? And what if they kidnapped me and no one knew what happened to me and….”…uh…no, I am not dramatic or anything at all, hahahahaha. :)

My thoughts are silly and unfounded. I mean, A) I had every door and window in the house locked.... And more importantly B) God is always there watching over me. I know a good verse that deals with that: “I will both lie down and sleep in peace, for You alone, Lord, make me live in safety.” [Psalms 4:8] Praying that really helped ease my mind, but still my sleep was restless…I woke up a lot… :P

So, it’s just me and the dog this week, who is horrible as a guard dog and would not be good in a fight. Lambeau is a tiny fluffy pile of friendly fur. He’s got “banty rooster syndrome”…..he acts all big and tough as he’s standing on the bed looking out the window barking at various nighttime noises, but put him outside when there are coyotes howling in the ‘holler’ [a.k.a. valley], and he becomes “Captain Weeny Boy”…..[sigh] Definitely don’t feel safer with him around……

So...that's what's up. :)