I thought I saw a man this morning on my way to the kitchen. As I passed the upstairs bathroom on my way downstairs I took a glance inside and I thought I seen him looking back at me, but I just rubbed my tired eyes and continued on. After breakfast I headed back upstairs, and as I passed the bathroom this time I took another glance inside, and I saw him. As my anxiety set in I ran into my bedroom and shut the door behind me. With my back against the door and sweat dripping down my brow, I was questioned by my inner thoughts:
Me:
“Who is he?”
Me:
“What does he want?”
Me:
“Was he really there?”
Me:
“What are you going to do now?”
Me:
“Aren’t you the man of the house?”
After convincing myself that I was the man of the house I reached under the bed to retrieve my gun, I checked to make sure my gun was loaded, I then proceeded to make my way to the bathroom. With heart pounding, this man of the house took action. With a confidence that I did not have prior I kicked the partially opened door in and pointed my gun at the face of my intruder, but he was ready, he had a gun pointed at my face as well. As we continued our stare down I looked him square in the eyes, and he did the same. This might sound strange, but I felt sorry for the man, so without much thought I lowered my gun, and to my surprise, he lowered his. While I was having my stare down with my intruder my wife came home unnoticed, unaware that she has just become a witness to my act of faithlessness.
Wife:
“What are you looking at?”
Me:
“Huh?”
Wife:
“You heard me, what are you looking at?”
Me:
“Oh, nothing, I’m just looking in the mirror.”
“Cast all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.”
1 Peter 5
I thought I saw a man…..
DAME