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:
“Who is he?”
“What does he want?”
“Was he really there?”
“What are you going to do now?”
“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.
“What are you looking at?”
“You heard me, what are you looking at?”
“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…..