Low Profile

A couple of weeks ago, I was driving home in the early hours of the morning and I suddenly remembered I had not eaten anything for hours and hours. I drove past a McDonald's sign welcoming me in at 1.20am and succumbed. Having driven through, I drove home and sat on the drive secretly enjoying my chilli chicken wrap and Crunchie McFlurry. I knew that eating McDonalds that late was not going to be approved of by my family if they found out so I decided to roll the bag down as small as I could and when I got into the kitchen I would stuff it as far down the bin as I could reach without getting something slimy or greasy on my arm. I rolled the top of the bag over and over, expelling the air and crushing the empty contents. The bag was in front of me on the steering wheel and in order to fully conceal my clandestine activities, I gave it one final squash. The car horn blasted long and loud. 
Last week I was not driving home. I should have been having a lift home but the person taking me had forgotten. I decided to walk the 4.8 miles. It was 6pm and I figured I would get home before 8pm. What I had not accounted for was that the country lane and B road I would be walking along in the pitch darkness had no footpaths and the dirt track running alongside it was overgrown with nettles, strewn with potholes and festooned with horse dung. I was wearing a navy blue coat and black skirt and shoes, (never can co-ordinate my wardrobe.) After 40 minutes I began to consider the possibility of being run over or falling unnoticed into a dark hole, I quite often talk to God so I mentioned to him that I may have bitten off more than I could chew and if he could help me I would be very glad. My phone rang almost immediately. "Bizzare question, but are you walking along the grass verge on a lane near the motorway?" My friend, who was abnormally late home from work, was passing the junction of the road I was walking along, She pulled into a layby and waited for me to catch up. Although the night was dark, the roads were dark and my clothes were dark, I believe God knew exactly where I was and He was happy to help me. You can try and keep a low profile and avoid God or you can let him find you and then rejoice in the fact that as it says in Psalm 121, "The Lord keeps you from all harm and watches over your life. The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go."