Lots of stuff

I ran yesterday. just around the block, but it's the beginning. I ran. I am pretty proud that I started, considering I had to run in the dark because we went shopping last night at Walmart because they have the cheapest work out clothes that I need for my walk.

Someone I used to work with (they were a supplier of mine), his son passed away to be with Jesus after a REALLY long, hard fight with a brain tumor. I'm sad. Please pray for the family, the little boy was 6, he has a big sister and a mommy and daddy who will need our prayers.

...the crack dealer. I consider myself to not be naive. I have lived so close to Detroit, hung out there, but somehow still protected from the dangers the streets held. I told you I have a friend who was a major drug dealer in this area. I have met people who have killed (convicted of) 27 people, and I think that's just the ones they got him on. We kept our boat when I was young next to someone who was eventually convicted of money laundering. I've met the brother of John Gotti. All of these people some of the "nicest" people I have ever met in my life.
I've gone looking for someone who relapsed in Cass Corridor because I wanted to bring him home (don't worry though, I stayed on the outskirts which are still a little scary). I've seen drug deals go down from a far with a car full of kids on our way to a Soup Kitchen in Detroit. But never in my life have I been so close to having someone to walk up to my car and going to offer to sell me crack, it even unnerved me. And they didn't because the person in the car with me told them to leave me alone "she doesn't want anything you want to sell her". And that was it, a few more choice words that I didn't hear because my windows were rolled up. I was completely aware of my surroundings, I always am. Growing up in Detroit, you learn to take nothing for granted. You learn that your awareness will keep you alive. I remember Pat wrote something about how HH has to sit facing the door, it's a cop thing. It's a survival thing. I will not, sit with my back to the door unless I know that the person I am with can assess and take care of any situation, should the need arise.

I am in constant prayer for a hedge of protection. I pray it for every day, for any "dangerous" situation that could come up at any given moment. One being the attack on my heart. The kind that pulls you from God. The kind that makes you more satan like than Christ like. The kind that makes you forget about mercy and about grace, and about love.

I have learned that a place safe in Christ is the best place to be.

Numbers 14:8-9 8 If the LORD is pleased with us, he will lead us into that land, a land flowing with milk and honey, and will give it to us. 9 Only do not rebel against the LORD. And do not be afraid of the people of the land, because we will swallow them up. Their protection is gone, but the LORD is with us. Do not be afraid of them."

Comments

Mrs. Mac said…
God's angels watching over you, eh. Detroit can be a creepy place. Glad Someone is watching your back.
KayMac said…
1. Hey, I started running this summer too! Never EVER thought I would.

2. Sorry with you for this family.

3. Danger. Interesting. I loved what you had to say about the enemy of your heart.
Sara said…
praying for the family...

meanwhile, crackheads are my peeps.
Deb said…
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty...

Psalm 91 ---my favorite... his angels surrounding you --not to fear the terror by night or the arrow that flies by day....go read the Psalm --it's awesome!!

I will be praying for your friends who lost their son.