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Day 149 of 365Prayer
I left home at seventeen years old because I was hardheaded and wanted to live apart from God. . . . Almost nothing was off-limits to me. I even got sexually involved with a coworker, "Rachel," who was quite a bit older than me . . . and married. While a part of me would like to sugarcoat the truth, the fact of the matter was that I became an adulterer. And Rachel's husband "Mitch" didn't appreciate that fact. So one afternoon Mitch decided to teach me a lesson. Keep in mind, I had never seen the man before and wouldn't have recognized him if he stood in front of me doing jumping jacks.
While I was at work, Mitch flattened one of the tires on my car. After work, as I approached my car, I thought I had just run over a nail or something, no big deal. I didn't know that Mitch was setting me up. While I was changing my tire, Mitch approached with a crowbar and an expression that could only mean he meant to do me bodily harm. At first I thought this was a random act of violence. Mitch never said why he was assaulting me. I ran as fast as possible to the nearest place of business and shouted, "I'm being attacked! This crazy man is trying to kill me!!" . . .
The police arrived, picked me up, and escorted me back to my car. When I arrived, there were flashing lights and a full-blown crime scene with the yellow tape. I noticed my car now had not only a flat tire but a crowbar through the windshield. I also saw the guy who attacked me sitting in the backseat of a police cruiser in handcuffs . . . and I saw Rachel standing by the car. Suddenly it all made sense. As the police cars pulled away, one after the other, I was left sitting alone on the curb, dumbfounded by the mess I was in. I realized I had no one to blame for my situation but myself. If I had been living differently and doing what I knew to be right, living in the way I had been taught to live by my godly parents, I would not have created such a mess of both my and other people's lives.
That's when I cried out to God.
I was drowning in a sea of sin and regret. You might say I had a "Jonah moment." I knew Jonah had run from God. And I knew that even though Jonah was in the belly of a great fish in the bottom of the ocean, God heard his prayer when he repented and asked for forgiveness. . . . Sitting on that curb, I turned to God. I asked for His forgiveness, and then I went home where I belonged.
Taken from The Duck Commander Faith and Family Bible
NUM.21.7 |
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