Thief in the Night

Last night I heard noises outside.  I was having trouble sleeping and was feeling skittish thinking someone might be trying to break in.  Eventually I fell asleep. 

This evening there were 3 people outside my door with long faces.  There had indeed been a thief in the night, but his name was Death and he took their father's life.  My dear sweet neighbor--only 63--is gone now.  We've known him such a short time.  He moved here this spring and was so kind to us.  He offered to pay my oldest son to take his papers up to his house when he was gone on weekends.  He helped my husband trim tree branches.  He offered to have my family visit his farm.  He brought his female companion of 15 years over to see our baby when she was visiting him. 

He waved to me this week.  I remember thinking what a nice man he was.  Now he is gone.  I wish I knew if he is with the Lord.  I hope so.  I wish I had taken more time to talk with him and get to know him.  I could have asked him about his faith.

Last week a thief stole my husband's wallet from his vehicle outside our house.  I have been thinking about having security lights installed.  This week a thief stole my neighbor's life.  It's time I started thinking about the security my loved ones need...security that can only be found in Jesus Christ.