Home alone—and not afraid

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When my husband started working night shifts, I began to feel uncomfortable about being the only adult in the house at night. We lived out in the country in Cranbrook, British Columbia, Canada, at the end of an unpaved road. Neighbors were quite a distance away, and our house was surrounded by thousands of acres of forest that was open to the public.

Each night, I would remind myself that we really live in God. This comforted me because it made me feel God's ever-presence and His love for me. I would think about Psalm 91, which begins, "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty." This would be enough to calm me down, and I would drift back to sleep—until the next night.

One hot summer night, I was awakened by a cow that had apparently become separated from the herd that roams freely in this area. Around 2 a.m. she began bellowing to let the others know where she was. There are about 20 houses along our stretch of road—each has at least one dog. And they all started barking because of the noise the cow was making. Then I heard a pack of coyotes nearby start up their customary wailing and yipping.

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