Last week I opened my email to find a death threat. Whether this was spam or the real deal is yet to be determined.
The officer asked if I owned a gun and suggested I might want to keep it handy and be aware of my surroundings. These words sent me scurrying to the closet to pull out my Smith & Wesson. I loaded the pistol with bullets my husband had stored all these years.
Realizing we were low on ammunition, I let my fingers-do-the-walking in an attempt to find replacement ammo. A number of calls later I located a store and told the clerk I’d see them first thing next morning.
I tucked the weapon into a safe hideout and crawled in bed for what I hoped would be a good night’s sleep. Before closing my eyes, I asked God to keep me safe through the night. My gun was loaded. I knew how to use it. I was prepared.
This is a wonderfully-written, true tale of fear and foibles by DiAne Gates. Read more, here!
6 thoughts on “Bullets or . . .”
You’re so welcome, Leah! Glad you enjoyed this. 🙂
Oh, my! For a moment I thought this was you… My heart just about dropped! Thanks for the link.
I wondered if anyone would think that. Sorry for the heartstopper! The lady who wrote it, though, DiAne, is just a gorgeous soul who deserves to be read. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by and for caring so much! 🙂
wow….i first thought it was you, too—what a wake up call regardless.
Yes, it is something very riveting about the way DiAne tells this, and at the same time, waking us to the realization there is total safety in the arms of Jesus . . .