February 25, 2016

GLORY STORIES: Home alone age 13 + cut phone lines

It tends to be difficult for me to recall all the Glory Stories that have happened since I was a child, but I am bound and determined to carry a note pad with me everywhere I go so I can jot them down as they come to me. The latest childhood Glory Story I can remember occurred when I was thirteen. My mother and father had just divorced the year before and my mother and I had moved into a new home. At the time my mother was working two jobs to take care of us. This particular evening she was working late so I was at home on the couch watching TV and chatting on the phone with my friends.

At about 9pm I hung up the phone. As I sat on the couch a wary scared feeling came over me. I couldn’t shake it. I glanced into my mother’s extremely dark bedroom from the couch and saw what looked to be little glowing faces, I rubbed my eyes, looked back and they were gone. Now, I don’t know if it was my imagination or what, but for some reason I had to go in there and check it out. Yea I know, I am THAT person in a scary movie. 

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As soon as I entered her room and turned on the light I felt so calm and peaceful. As I began to relax sitting on her bed I heard something by the window. So I walked over and peeked out. Below her window was an man crouched down in all black. I screamed at the top of my lungs and he took off running! I was so freaked out!!! I ran out of the room, made sure all the doors in the house were locked and then proceeded  to try and call my father (a retired police officer) from the kitchen phone but the phone line was dead. At that point I thought I was going to be dead too. So I ran back into my mothers room, slammed the door and locked it. There was a phone in my mother’s room too and something just told me to give that phone a try. I picked it up and sure enough it was working. I called my father who immediately told me he was on his way but to call 911 as well.

I did as he instructed. Within 5 minutes I could hear my father knocking on the door and calling my name from outside. The normal drive time from my fathers house to our house was about 10 – 12 min, he literally flew to our house as fast as he could like the amazing father he is. He even beat the police there. As I opened the door still shaking he through his arms around me and held me as tight as he could. Being a retired police officer he had seen things like this happen and them not end very well, so he just held me like he was never going to let go.

Once the police arrived they talked to my father and searched the area for the man I described. They had me check the phone lines in the kitchen and my bedroom again,  still dead, only my mother’s was working. (Oh and a side note; by this time I had already called my mother too and she was leaving work to come home.) The officers went over to my mother window and saw that the phone lines had indeed been cut. One of the police officers walked over to me and said “what made you go into your mothers room?” I told him the story, including the two, what looked like, glowing faces. He then told me that it looks like this guy was going to try and break into our home. He said that predators will often stalk their targets before the crime learning their patterns, schedule and so on. He most likely even knew that was my mothers room. But the thing that caught my attention the most was this…

The officer said,“Well whatever it was that made you go into your mother’s room and turn on the light probably saved your life. Predators don’t take chances and he most likely thought you were your mother and took off. And only God knows the phone line in her room is still working”

To this day I like to think it was angels I saw in her room. The peace and calmness that came over me as I sat on her bed was unreal. And then the fact that the only phone in our home that was working to get me help was in there. For me it will always be a God moment. Him watching over me like only he can.

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