My hubby was working this particular evening so it was just me and the kids. They were nestled all snug in their beds, I in my nightcap...oh wait, that is another story. Anyway, at 2:12 a.m. my deep sleep was rudely interrupted with a BLARING sound coming from downstairs. I shot up in my bed and listened--hoping it was all a bad dream.
In less than thirty seconds the noise began again, "BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!" WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS THAT! JESUS! I thought in a silent scream. So with my heart pounding out of my chest, and my legs seemingly frozen under the covers, I began to pray in a desperate whisper, "Dear. God. Help me."
Courage slowly came to my bones so I got out of bed and gradually inched my feet to the top of the stairs, trying to miss all the creaks in the floor. Then the audible terror came again, "BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!" It honestly sounded like a hammer against the wall.
I just stood there completely still. Thinking. Praying. Then I remembered what I had written just a few hours prior--what God had prompted me to write: "How many fears do we entertain to which our heavenly Daddy looks tenderly down upon us and responds, 'Sweet one, that is nothing to fear. I, the Maker of heaven and earth, am with you and will never forsake you. Keep your gaze upon Me.'?"
Though it seems strange now, I did not go downstairs. I did not call the police. The noise stopped and I went back to my bed.
For the next three hours I lingered between prayer and sleep, eagerly waiting for sunlight. I had planned on studying the next morning in final preparation for the lesson I was going to teach on Sunday. But those plans I was debating. As I laid in bed and the clock reached the place where I usually arose, fear almost kept me under the sheets.
But then I got mad.
"I am not going to let an irrational (well, somewhat rational) fear keep me in this bed." So I stepped into the hallway and started preaching out loud to whomever or whatever had been below. With every step down the stairs my boldness grew. I finally reached the room from whence I had heard the heart-stopping sound. (I don't think I have ever written or said "from whence." It's cool. It's cool.)
I flipped on the light--while still preaching the Truth--and noticed our bunny...in his cage...with his litter box off the hinges in complete disarray. ELVIS! The bunny. I lost sleep because of a bunny. You have got to be kidding me.
All this to say, does anyone want a free bunny?! (just kidding...sorta)