I realized long ago that I wasn't meant for a career in law enforcement. Just a few of the ways that I don't feel "threaded" for this type of work - I am not entirely comfortable around weapons, I don't enjoy running & physical conditioning, and I'm a great big "scardy cat."
Still, I find myself working in this type of environment.
Just the other day I found an ax in my backyard. We hadn't been doing any sort of yard work (given days and days of heavy rain) so I couldn't imagine why it would be sitting in the grass.
I picked it up and put it quickly in a "safe spot" as I rushed off to work.
Later I learned that one of the boys had used my Amazon Prime account to order throwing knives. I found them on the counter, underneath an electric frying pan they'd been using to scramble eggs (on top of a pile of mail).
I pulled one out of the holster and remarked to myself that they were very sharp and very frightening.
I asked the 16-year-old what he was using as a target.
"The old trees in back." (We don't have any "old trees" in back).
I reminded him that we wanted our property to become a Bed & Breakfast some day, rather than a haunted house.
A few days later I noticed a gash in the hand of my seven-year-old. We were at a rock concert and he, sporting a new Mohawk hairdo, was waving his fists and dancing while balancing dangerously on a stadium chair.
"What happened to your hand?" I asked (yelled, over the music).
"The ax," he yelled back.
I now conclude that the ax was being used like the throwing knives against the not-so-old trees in the backyard.
I'm slowly putting together the details of the crime scene.
Lord, please keep us safe from ourselves.
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