One bad day my house had been broken into. I was indignant! How could it be that my house, the house of a Christian, could possible be broken into. Did I not always pray for the Lord to protect me? So then why had He not done so? When I went to church that Sunday, I told my pastor what had happened to me.

I asked my pastor how this could have happened, as I was a Christian!

My pastor said; "So, what about that? What did Jesus do when Satan attacked him in the dessert? He quoted scripture to him didn't he?

So you do the same, find an appropriate scripture and use it!”

Someone helped me find Psalm, 91-11. “ For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways”

I had just told my friend Becky about this scripture and before I left her house I prayed that verse. Leaving her home, I was hit by another car on the driver’s side. As the police commented, that I sure had been hit hard.

None of the four people in the other car, nor I, were hurt.

When my house was broken into in broad daylight, my next-door neighbour was really upset, for he was home at the time. He had heard noises, but had assumed that I was I making them. So when he knew one day that I was not home for sure, and he heard a lot of commotion again next door, he called the police.

I had that evening gone to Bible study, and was on my way home, when I came to the corner of our street. I saw several police cars, I paid no attention yet I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that they were there for me, I can't explain how I knew, perhaps having all my faith in my claiming Psalm 91-11? I don't know.

My house was the second house on the corner, and I lived in a cottage behind the big house. I walked up to the gate, and I could make out a dark figure and when I got closer, I could see that it was someone who was aiming a gun at my front door. I felt strangely detached of it all.

I heard a loud whisper; someone asked if I lived there, when I said that I did, he told me to give him the keys, as someone was in my house.

I calmly gave him my keys, and a voice behind me hissed; "Hey you get out of there." It all felt so unreal!

I calmly went up to the big house where I used to live, and from there I could look down and see the cottage. By now the police had opened the door and found a big mess inside. I had brought a new puppy home a few weeks prior and she was not happy that she had been left alone.

I had made a few bookshelves from bricks and wood shelving. On the top shelve stood a radio, she got hold of the radio cord and pulled on it, and the whole thing tumbled down.

Then she got hold of a bunch of papers, and had a good time playing with that, then had gone in the kitchen and got into the stuff under the sink, found a can of Ajax and was happily rolling that over the floor.

I went to church that Sunday and told the congregation that it was true about Psalm, 91-11. I had personally seen the "angels," six of them!

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