Not Really Devotional Quality Material

I would really like to give some serious thought to blogging about some wonderful Scripture that leaped out at me today, but my brain is practically fried from a full day of ministry, and if you want to know the rest of my story, check out my latest blog at www.myspace.com/ayseekayaffordstay. It's a hoot! But I would like to share something with you.

You know how I've been keeping track of things David wished upon his enemies? It's not for any vengeful purposes on my part. I don't think I have any real enemies (but if I do, I'm praying God will give them a limp so that I'll know them when I see them), but something happened tonight that puts those kinds of Scriptures in perspective for me, and all the others about God as our defender.

A crew of youths drove out from Albuquerque tonight to stay in the same hotel as me and accidentally got checked into my room while I was gone. When they moved to a different room, they accidentally on purpose took my laptop with them. When I returned from church, I immediately knew my stuff was missing and contacted the desk clerk, who contacted the manager, who contacted the onwer, the head housekeeper, and the local police, who arrived shortly. It didn't take them long to figure out what had happened, and within half-an-hour after my arrival, my computer was found and back in my possession. As far as I was concerned, the problem was solved. I had my stuff back and had no interest in pressing charges.

Unfortunately for the youths from Albuquerque, they were dopes who had been smoking some right in the room, and they had a whole stash of all kinds of other goodies which drew the interest of the entire Moriarty Police Department and the New Mexico State Police. If they had just kept their sticky fingers off my computer (which surely they realized would be missed), no one would have ever bothered them. But now they are under arrest, probably in handcuffs and on their way to the cross-bars hotel. There is a major drug bust going down in my hotel, sort-of because of me.

You see, it really does work. God takes care of those that are His. And I'll bet those folks will never forget the night they jacked a computer from a preacher.