One of my greatest faith growing moments happened a few years ago.
It was a cool, late fall afternoon, and I stood in the lawn waiting for Kayla to get done with her business. Kayla was my baby … a large baby, but still my baby. She was part Golden Retriever part Saint Bernard. She was about eight years old and weighed around 100 pounds.
On this particular afternoon, as I stood and waited for her, I heard a snarl coming from the woods up the hill and across the road. Chills raced down my spine.
The only time I had ever heard that sound was in the movies, when a mountain lion was getting ready to attack some sort of prey. Mountain lions? In Central New York?
Even as I was telling myself it wasn’t possible, it came again. This time Kayla gave a yip of fright and raced back across the lawn, tail between her legs. The neighborhood dogs were all adding to the noise, howling and barking in a deafening cacophony of sound.
I decided I was not going to wait to see what was making that noise, and beat a hasty retreat into the house, with Kayla close on my heels.
The following week a neighbor called and said she could see what looked like a large golden cat sitting in her driveway. She said it was as big as a dog and had a long tail with a puff of fur at the end.
This news didn’t make me feel any better when I had to take Kayla out that night before going to bed. I began to pray for God’s hedge of protection as I grabbed the flashlight and headed toward the door.
I urged Kayla to hurry, swinging the light back and forth over the lawn and surrounding trees and weeds.
The sudden rustling in the weeds at the back of the property had my knees shaking. I began to pray again for God’s hedge of protection as I whispered to Kayla to hurry up. She gave another frightened whine and came hurrying back to me.
Suddenly, I felt as if someone was standing at my shoulder. I jumped, and turned just enough to see a wispy white shape at my right side. As I turned more completely toward the shape, it disappeared.
The noise in the brush had stopped so Kayla and I hurried back to the house. As we neared the door, a loud crash came from the weeds, and then the sound of something large running through the brush and away from the house.
I went inside and told myself to calm down. Needing some kind of reassurance that everything was ok, I opened my Bible at the bookmark and began to read.
And as I read, I began to laugh.
What I found I was reading was Psalm chapter 91.
Verses 1-5 are: “He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, he is my refuge and my fortress: my God: in him will I trust. Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night: nor for the arrow that flieth by day…”
Verses 9-14 : “Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague com nigh thy dwelling. For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet. Because he hath set his love upon me therefore will I deliver him…”
I finished reading and set my Bible down, chuckling in relief and overwhelming joy. The Lord had protected me, sending an angel to stand beside me; and then used His Word to show me His love and protection, reassuring me once again.
I don’t know what made the noise, but heard a few days later that people were reporting seeing a cougar in the area.
The news just made me smile.
© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2011