My second day was pretty uneventful. I got kind of a late start because of the all the drama the night before—and oh, I’m feeling somewhat better. I’m still not 100%, but a least I’m not having to get up close and personal with my 5 gallon bucket anymore, so thank you for your prayers. Anyway, I did get to spend a few hours on the north side of town walking and praying.
Night Two was a whole lot better than Night One. But I have to confess: I got busted! Even with all the planning and camouflaging I did, one of the “locals” found my camp, and he’s not too happy about it, either. There’s this resident buck that, for the last two nights, has been pretty close to my camp. He does a lot of snorting, like he owns the woods or something, and he keeps moving closer to my tent. Then this morning, just before daybreak as the sun was coming up and while I was drinking my cup of instant coffee, he came about 30 feet from my tent and started passing back and forth… and then just stopped and stared right at me for several minutes. So I sat right here and stared right back at him because I didn’t want him to think I was intimidated by him. Honestly, I don’t know if he wanted to charge my camp or come say hello… but if you hear that I was stabbed in my camp, the deer did it.
This time on the streets is very different than last time. Last time was way more public. This time is more hidden, mostly walking and praying—with a little Manna Café business thrown in that I couldn’t get out of—but mostly walking and praying, which in the natural doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. But Vicki, my wife, reminded me that there were many prophets in the Old and New Testaments who were called by God to walk and pray just like I’m being instructed to do now… and that there are reports of people being called to do the same thing today. So please help me pray that I stay true to the course.
I just want to take a minute to let y’all know that I love my wife very much and, contrary to what some of you might be thinking, she didn’t kick me out and make me live on the streets. This is a journey and commitment for both of us. While I’m going without (fasting, if you will) a warm bed, “real” food, and running water, she is going without me—someone to share meals with, to nest with. We are spending these nights alone, and that’s a big deal for us. Plus, she proofreads every blog I write and makes sure it gets posted to the right places. So I’m not doing this by myself, not by a long shot, so when you pray for me, pray for her as well… and that we will both stay the course.
I love you, baby, and thank you. We’ll talk again tomorrow, because right now I have to fight off this raccoon that’s trying to get into my backpack.