Chapter 8
Happy moments, praise God. Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God. Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
-Unknown
I was working on my uni assignment when the jeep pulled up outside my room. I fled out the back door before the shots found their mark and slipped through a small hole in the side of the locked shed which backed onto the alley. I positioned some wood in front of the hole and peered through the gap... watched their legs pass within centimetres of me... listened to them fiddle with the rusty lock on the shed doors... I crouched motionless - tense, freak-out potential in my guts - and quietly ran the previous hour’s developments through my mind as I waited.
How had they found me when I’d been so careful?
“Okay Holy Spirit... I know I got myself in this mess. But I was sure I heard your Voice telling me to come here... I need your counsel. Crawley’s a creep. I still can’t understand why Zac told me his place was a safehouse. It’s gonna be rubble in the morning... I have nowhere to go. And if I try to leave the country I’ll have to make a transaction and then they might find me... I’m at breaking point.... I can’t contact Zac... And I don’t want to call Dad and Mum ‘coz they’ll ground me for life... There’s no way I’m going to get out of this alive, without your intervention God... Help fix this mess... In Jesus Name...”
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