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He Had No One To Help Him

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He Had No One To Help Him.

The clouds drifted over the moon and made the street even darker.  A feeling of fear and trepidation made him look furtively on both sides of the street. This was a bad part of town. Empty houses with broken windows and partially boarded up doors were scattered here and there.

Somewhere in the dark came the sound of a hiss and then a spat. A black cat streaked across the street in front of him and ran on off into the night. What had spooked the cat? Something was out there.

No cars were to be seen on this street. All his senses screamed that something was terribly wrong. The feeling of unseen danger nagged at him.

His footsteps seemed loud on the sidewalk. He could feel eyes looking at him. He quickly glanced over his shoulder again. They were still following him. He’d noticed them earlier.

The two matched his pace and his speed, always staying about the same distance away. What were they up to? Why had they been following him? Were they detectives? Were they thugs? He couldn’t think of anything he’d done to make anyone mad at him. Why were they there?

He stared ahead in the distance at the street light a block away. A couple of guys stood under it’s light. One leaned up against the light pole. They had their heads turned in his direction. They were waiting.

The two behind him seemed to be gaining on him. There was no way out of this. He had no weapons. He was not even a good runner. He was trapped. He didn’t have much to steal. He had no phone to call for help. He had no one to help him.

Would he be robbed? Were they planning to kill him? Did they just want to beat him up? His heart was pounding. His mind was numb with anxiety.

He could hear the footsteps of the two behind. They were closer, much closer. The two under the street light stared hard at him. Their bodies blocked the sidewalk in a threatening manner.

They looked at him and then they looked past him at his followers. A look of recognition came over their faces. They glanced at each other and without speaking, turned and disappeared into the dark.

Wonder made his eyes follow their departure. Had the two behind him given a signal or something? What had just happened?

Glancing over his shoulders, he saw that his two followers were very close. The street light revealed their faces and their identity. Relief flooded him and a smile stretched across his face. They smiled back at him. He knew why they were there. He knew who had sent them. He did have someone to help him. He would be safe. Yes, he would be very safe tonight.

Psa. 23:6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Written by Martyn Ballestero

June 13, 2011 at 10:26 am

Posted in Comfort, Mercy, Trust

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  1. Wow. That was good.

    Steve Epley

    June 13, 2011 at 10:54 am

  2. What great memories

    Laverne Says

    June 13, 2011 at 12:38 pm

  3. Sounds like a little boy that I knew long ago. He would hurry his step, but not run, he had to show to whoever was out there that he had no fear, so he swung his eyes looking behind each marker as quickend his step, pursed his lips and whistled loudly as he passed the Graveyard.

    Howard Davis

    June 13, 2011 at 1:10 pm

  4. Thank You for Posting this, So Inspiring!!

    Shyann Parker

    June 13, 2011 at 1:24 pm

  5. Loved it! Thank God for Goodness and Mercy!! 🙂


    June 13, 2011 at 3:13 pm

  6. I cried….thank you for reminding me that they are following me!


    June 14, 2011 at 1:04 am

  7. Loved it!!! Amazing!!!

    Carlene Branham

    June 16, 2011 at 9:10 pm

  8. Wow, I loved that!!
    That was so good!


    January 30, 2012 at 12:27 am

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