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My Run-In With The Law

this is NOT the actual police car that picked me up.

When I was on spring break in Jr High, I went to my grandma and grandpa’s house for the week. It was a normal visit. I don’t really remember what I did that week. The only thing I do remember is what happened one afternoon. I decided to walk to the corner store, Hank’s, to buy some candy or Star Trek cards, I forget which one. One of the neighbor kids wanted to come along. He was a few years younger than me. We started walking and as we were on the main road, my little friend decided to pick up a rock and throw it into the busy street. It happened so fast. I said to him, joking of course, if he was going to do that again, he should warn me. He said “ok, here I go again.” I looked over and he picked up a pine cone. I jumped behind a bush to hide. He threw it into traffic. But this time, it hit a car. The car slammed on his brakes. The tires screeched. It made a quick u-turn. The drivers eyes’ locked onto us. We ran, trying to hide in a nearby apartment complex but he found us. He called the cops. A police officer came and took the drivers statement. He put us both in the back of his squad car and took us home. My neighbor friend was taken home first. His grandpa didn’t look very happy. Then it was my turn. The police officer left me in the back of his car as he went to knock on my door. My heart was racing. I was so scared. But no one answered. He came back and said he would be calling my grandparents that night and that I better have told them what had happened before he called. He let me go and drove off.

What was I going to do. Should I tell them what happen? Should I ignore it and hope that the police officer wouldn’t call. No. That was too risky. I had to tell them the truth. I wasn’t a liar. So I decided to tell them exactly what happened. But how would I tell them that I was a criminal now, who ran from the police and was probably going to jail? Do you know what the first thing that came to my mind was? To read the bible. Yep. As young as I was, the bible was where I turned to. So I opened it up and just picked a page. I mean, that’s how it works in the movies right? Someone has a problem, a bible falls to the ground, and a gust of wind (while inside the house mind you) blows the page open to the exact spot that God wants you to read. NOPE. Not for me. Figures right! The first page I opened to was like the Book of Numbers or something. I mean, boring. Not what I needed at that point. So I checked the small concordance in the back. It lead me to this verse. It seemed to jump off the page. Matthew 7:7-8 (NIV)- “Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.” Wow. That’s what I needed to hear. So I remember praying for the rest of the time I was waiting for my grandparents to get home. I prayed for the courage to tell the truth and if possible, by God’s grace, that they would understand and not be mad. So, they came home. I didn’t waste any time. I thought it’s like a band-aid, just do it quickly and get it over with (which is ironic because I don’t like pain so I usually wait until the band-aid falls off days later from being wet and old. Interesting).

Anyways, I told them and to my shock and dismay, they weren’t mad. They said they understood, that they believed me, to be more careful next time and to be wise in my actions and what I say (because I told the boy to warn me next time. Probably not the best thing I could have said). Holy cow. That was it. All that worrying and pacing for nothing.

Do you want to hear something funny? The police officer never called. At least, not as far as I know. God is faithful. Go to Him in everything. Pray about everything and worry about nothing. He is always with us and will never forsake us, no matter what the outcome of our actions might be. And please know that I am not good at praying and reading my bible consistently. I still struggle with finding the time to do it. Did that one event magically change me into a super praying person. Hardly. God is continually working on me, but writing this post has reminded me of the power of prayer. What was the fist thing my mind went to? God and His word. So to all you parents, grandparents, and guardians out there; don’t underestimate the power you have on your children. Teach them and live out the principles and lesson that you hold dear and then they’ll have a better chance in this world. I’m glad I had that foundation instilled in me. Because if not, I could have went to jail!  🙂

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  • Candace Watkins

    I never knew this story….hmm!! Well I’m glad you learned from it 🙂 I would’ve been so scared if I was put in a cop car. Lol

    • I never told you that? Huh. Sorry. Yeah. It was crazy and a long time ago!

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