Would you just stop reading if I said we’re crowning? Is that taking this whole pregnancy illustration too far? Probably, but it is 1am and I have very little judgement right now. But I if you read some of our facebook posts this week, you’ll see what I mean:
First, there’s Jess, who’s “relaxing” in Jalalabad this week. One of his messages to me early this week said something like, “I wanted to catch a helicopter to go visit my friend, Neil, but I had to spend the morning in the bunker instead.” Of course I googled, and freaked, and told him not fly around Afghanistan on social calls.
Not to be outdone, this was my post at about 10pm last night: “I feel like there is a parade in my backyard, with pretty flashing blue and red lights and even a circling helicopter. But really I think it is a manhunt. Who’s living more dangerously now, Jess Curry?”
And it was a man hunt. Apparently the police chased until the driver bailed, got in a shoot out with the cops, and ran into the woods, right about in my backyard. I never could find out much about it, except that it was obvious I should lock the doors and turn the alarm on and leave the flood lights on, but I was never really scared. We just have a little patch of woods behind us, but if this guy really wanted to hide, he’d follow that patch to the 100 acres of forest a little further away. Still, the circling helicopter was a little unnerving.
So that’s our week 31. Living a little dangerously and remembering to confidently say, “The Lord is my helper. I will not fear; what can man do to me?” (Hebrews 13:6)