Someone got arrested last night in my backyard under our trampoline. I don’t know why only that there was a warrant out for her arrest and she ran when confronted by a Trooper. That’s all I was told. Oh yeah, and sorry for your fence getting torn up. Here’s what happened:
I woke up to the sound of a siren. It sounded far away, but got increasingly closer. Then I heard more sirens and got up and looked out my bedroom window. My room is on the second floor and provided me with a pretty good view of what was going on. No understanding of what was going on but I could see several police cars (turns out there were 8) parked across the street from my neighbor in the adjoining duplex from mine.
The next thing I saw was someone hopping over my neighbor’s fence (just like in Law and Order) and running through his yard and then crashing over my fence taking out fence boards as he went. He ran through the yard and out the front.
I saw the police in hot pursuit and yelled at them and showed them the direction the man went and they followed.
I’m thinking it’s over and feel like I can go back to feeling safe again, but no, it’s not over and I don’t feel safe.
I look in the backyard and see 4 police officers at my fence (where the hole is ) shining flashlights all over my yard and I wonder what are they looking for now. Then I saw the what, only it turns out it was another who. Right there under our trampoline.
So I yell to the police, “there’s someone under the trampoline” and only moments later think, what if that person had a gun and just started firing (too much Law and Order) and all of a sudden felt like this was truly something I didn’t want to be involved in. I don’t want to have to tell police which way they went and point out fugitives under my trampoline. I don’t want to wake up to this in my backyard, not now, not ever again.
The police tell the person to come out and lay on the ground and she does. She is a young woman probably mid twenties. She looks so vulnerable there in the grass in my yard, barefoot and wearing a short, flowing yellow dress and she has beautiful flowing black hair. And it’s hard now to stay mad at her for crashing into my night the way she did.
It’s not long before everyone clears out and we return to bed. I couldn’t put into words what I felt but I drifted off to sleep praying for a young woman in a flowing yellow dress. Violated. I woke up with that word on my mind today. That’s the word I was looking for last night. Violated. I feel violated by my neighbors
I used to feel safe in the neighborhood. I knew some of my neighbors and now they are gone and I don’t know these new ones. I used to feel like my yard was a safe haven, a place where I could tune out the rest of the world for a moment or two. But it seems the world can come crashing into it at any time and now I feel exposed and vulnerable and violated. But not alone.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say of the Lord, “He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.”
Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.
A thousand may fall at your side,
ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you.
You will only observe with your eyes and see the punishment of the wicked.
If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,”
and you make the Most High your dwelling,
no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent.
For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways;
they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.
You will tread on the lion and the cobra;
you will trample the great lion and the serpent.
“Because he loves me,” says the Lord, “I will rescue him;
I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name.
He will call on me, and I will answer him;
I will be with him in trouble,
I will deliver him and honor him.
With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation. ”
I may feel violated and vulnerable but I am not alone. When the world crashes in on me, when my peace is disturbed, when the fences that are supposed to keep me safe fail to do so, when the diagnosis is unthinkable and nothing brings relief from the pain, I can trust that You Lord, will deliver me and rescue me and guard over me. You are indeed my refuge and my fortress and I will rest in Your unfailing love. Thank You, love Diane.
reprinted from my old blog godhappenings