Politics notwithstanding, I think we really can give God praise for the lesser of two evils sometimes. Like when we were robbed recently in Peru. No, I’m not thankful that the one person who was being tested and tried the most was the target, and that she happened to be carrying the only camera and that we lost all of our pictures. And if I could have dictated how that went down, I might have even chose to be the one robbed to spare her more angst on an already very anguishing trip. But I do give thanks that if it was going to happen, that the lesser of two evils prevailed.
We lost a camera; but if the ladrones had swiped my purse/backpack, we would have lost the financial equivalent to the camera in cash, my passport one the night before we were to leave the country, cell phone and four credit cards. Yep, savvy traveller that I am, I had all that in my attractive leather purse, on my back, as I trailed behind everyone else at 10pm in the middle of a quiet street of Iquitos. What was I thinking?
That’s right; I wasn’t thinking. I was just barely moving, as a matter of fact. That day had started at 5:45 am with a bird-watching hike and had included another hike, coming out of the jungle, back to Iquitos, running around to pick up supplies for a befuddled 2-hour presentation in Spanish in a church as hot as an oven! At this point, I was hobbling the seven blocks back to the hotel with great effort. And then it happened.
Somehow, some divine way, I stepped on a half-inch nail. The length is significant, because the soles of my Havaianas are 3/8th of an inch thick, which means I could feel just the tiniest bit of nail in my foot as I stepped down – not enough to penetrate my foot, but enough that I couldn’t bear to walk more than three steps before I veered off to the side of the road, holding on to a parked car to lift my foot to see what was in my shoe. It was at that very moment, while my foot was in the air that I heard a yelp – my friend was being robbed by three guys in a motortaxi that had just come up behind us.
I can only speculate, but I believe I would have been too easy a target – a hobbling, middle-aged woman in a skirt and flip flops, lagging behind everyone else, with a leather backpack/purse dangling behind. But my dear angels went ahead of me and placed a 1/2-inch nail in the road, right where I would step and in such a way that it would go straight through the shoe, taking me out of harms way just seconds before harm came driving down the street.
For He will give His angels charge concerning you, To guard you in all your ways. Psm 91:11
I praise God for one more thing too: the camera battery was almost dead and it costs $75 to replace. (bahahaha!)