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All I have needed, Thy hand hath provided

posted Sep 3, 2015, 12:05 PM by Christine Merrill
We had a very, very bad couple of days this week. Sunday, just as we were heading to bed, two thieves kicked in our back door and robbed us at gun point. They didn't pick their target very well - we don't have much in the way of stuff you can resell - but they did take our wallets, cameras and wedding rings. They ran away, we called the police, and they spent several hours at our house. (The police were wonderful, by the way. We have really great officers and detectives here.)

When everything was over, I realized that it was 3am and I was sick to my stomach. We had a horrible 3 hours of sleep. Every bump sent a surge of adrenaline through me, making my stomach hurt more and my heart pound. We woke up in the morning and told the kids a watered-down version of what had happened (we had to explain why the piano was sitting in front of the back door!). They weren't very bothered, but both Marriner and I still felt horrible. Noises, looking out the window, seeing people who looked like the thieves (that would be just about everyone, according to our bodies' responses)...all of them made our hearts start pounding.

That evening, we called a friend who holds the priesthood to come and give us a blessing. We needed some help to feel peace again in our lives. Our friend hasn't held the priesthood for very long, and was quite nervous. But the words he said were guided by the Spirit. He blessed us that no more evil would be able to enter our house. Having faith that God would honor this blessing, I felt my worry start to melt away.

Right before the break-in, I'd been thinking of a friend and posted the words to a favorite song on Facebook: "If you're worried and you can't sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep, and you'll fall asleep counting your blessings." Little did I know how good that advice would be for me, too! That evening, I wrote in my journal and listed some of the blessings we'd had in the last couple of days. The biggest one was that during the robbery and subsequent police activity, nobody but the baby woke up. Sam had been a restless sleeper all evening, but he slept like a log while two thieves yelled and waved their gun right outside his bedroom. Martha woke up as the ordeal was ending, and she didn't cry the whole time the police were in our home. She just smiled and waved at them, then went back to sleep without any fuss. My eyes tear up every time I think on how God protected my children.

As I wrote about the blessing that evil would not be able to enter our home again, I remembered the story of Elisha, which I will put here for you if you've forgotten it. 

And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we do?

 And he answered, Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them.

And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open hiseyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.

2 Kings 6:15-17

I had a clear picture form in my head of angels standing guard around my house, keeping evil away. And I believe it. 

Thank you to all of you who prayed for us - we felt it. The hand of God was with us. He doesn't stop His children from doing bad things, but He does bless those who are hurt by those bad things, as we can testify. Our worry and fear has melted away, our children are protected, our home is guarded by angels, and our stuff isn't really important, anyway. 

“Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!”
  Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
    “Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!