Jesus, or Pepper Spray?

Last week, my husband took a short overnight trip, leaving me with our 90-pound German Shepherd. Fierce.20130719-151423.jpg

Just in case those burglars got past Benedict, I started digging through our dozens of boxes, almost frantic to find my little can of pepper spray before I bedded down for the night. As I threw belongings out of boxes, searching for the black spray can, I realized, “If someone who wants to do you harm gets as far as your bedroom, God might be more effective than pepper spray…”

did find the spray, and it stayed by my bed, but I also considered what it meant that deep down, I felt calmer with the little metal can next to me (which I can hold, and over which I have control) than I did knowing that God was there with me, too.

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