Thursday, July 19, 2007
Last Friday, my husband cut the grass early in the morning. On one of his trips through the house from the front yard to the back yard, he passed by me and casually said, "Somebody stole the gargoyle."
I was left with my mouth gaping open in complete disbelief. I could not believe that anyone would come into our flower garden/bushes right under the window of my sleeping daughter and within 10 feet of our front door to take a 25 pound cement statue of a gargoyle. (Not that I am really that attached to it, but it was our gargoyle. My husband had it for years and actually used it for it's intended purpose in a fountain he had at one time.)
Anyway, I told our neighbors, my mother, I sent an email to our neighborhood association and basically anyone who would listen long enough to hear that SOMEBODY STOLE OUR GARGOYLE! RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR HOUSE! If you've ever had anything stolen, you probably know the feeling I had. I couldn't get it off of my mind.
This morning, when my husband got home from work, he was getting in the bed and as casually as he told me that somebody stole it, he said, "Gargoyle's back."
Again, I was open mouthed saying, "REALLY!?!! YOU'RE KIDDING!?" I then told him that I had prayed about it just last night. He said, "You must have really wanted that gargoyle back."
I explained, "I didn't pray about the gargoyle. I prayed that God would convict the heart of whoever took it and God answered that prayer. That's UNBELIEVABLE!"
Then, he asked, "Well that's why you pray, isn't it?"
And I answered, "Well, yes, but usually you don't get something so concrete!" (Pun intended.)
Get it? So CONCRETE!
I'll wait for you to get it. And laugh.
OK, so in my Daily Devotional this morning, the first sentence reads, "It is the unbelievable, supernatural replenishment that awakens the world to see the mighty power of God." And I believe that even applies to stolen gargoyles. And I'm telling the world. Or anyone who will stop long enough to hear (or read).