When I was a little girl, not even five, I began reciting this prayer:
God, please allow my family to be happy, healthy, holy and safe.
Growing up in a dysfunctional household (my sister was in a high chair until the age of 11) where chaos reigned supreme-I had to pray. Clinging to Jesus was how I coped, and nothing has changed in that department. As a matter of fact? I pray the blood of Jesus over my dog and myself before we hike in the morning, and today was no different.
To set the stage for this story, I have to make it known that Jess and I hike in very remote areas. I am extraordinarily aware of my surroundings; I take no chances, carry a big stick and a pistol-not the one I want to carry, but a little red number that looks just like a Ruger. Sadly, it contains mace and not bullets. Or perhaps, like my husband says, it is best I not pack heat. With my Irish temper it could get ugly, and fast.
So, as we exited the woods and moved towards the Wrangler-an older gentleman pulls up and rolls down his window.
“Can you still fish in this pond or have they drained it?”
Feeling he was harmless, I began a conversation I will not soon forget.
This country is in big trouble. Hey, I’m an atheist. God has done nothing for me, and I’ll tell you another thing-that asshole needs to go!!!
My jaw clenched. My body language changed. I was put on the defensive immediately.
“Why would you say that sir?,” I gently asked. I thought, now I can give my testimony of what God has done for me, and perhaps help the old geezer out.
Because of all the women he has raped!!!!!
What the holy fazuck?
How, and I mean HOW does this shit happen to me? Of all the places in the world, this cranky old man has to piss on my parade? I’m just minding my own business, I was trying to help…seriously???
“I believe we are done, sir.” I waled away, but he ranted and raved until I was safely ensconced in my jeep.
Later this morning, while on the phone with my best friend, she casually blurts this out-
“You know who that was, don’t you? That was a demon.”
Holy Mary, mother of God and all of the Latter Day Saints.
She is as right as rain.