A few days ago I was at work, and I was wrapping things up to go home. The last thing I needed to do was to send an important email. I prepared the email, but just before clicking send I suddenly felt that something was terribly wrong. I tensed up, and I started to tremble. Something was wrong, but I did not know what. I sat at my desk for a minute or two trying to figure out what it was.
Not knowing what it was I assumed it had something to do with the email I was about to send. I thought maybe there was a mistake somewhere. Maybe I missed one of my processes or procedures, and I needed to make a correction before sending it out. But the feeling I was having was so strong that something was wrong I felt it could not be associated with the email. I was feeling too bad for the issue to be the email. To be sure, I went back through every file and every piece of paperwork and checked and rechecked everything to make sure that everything was accurate and in order.
Everything looked in order, so I said, “Lord it looks like everything is in order. Can I send out this email?” He said yes, so I clicked send and logged off. Immediately after clicking send I heard two gunshots, a slight pause, and then shot, after shot, after shot. It went on for such a long time I said to myself, “Oh my goodness that’s a lot of shots.” I could not see anything happening outside of my office window. I did not feel that I was in danger because it sounded like the shots were coming from an apartment complex about a half a block away.
It was time for me to go home, so I grabbed my purse, locked my office and left. I drove out of our parking lot, and as soon as I pulled out onto the street and turned to head home, I saw that the street was filled with police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks. There were so many you knew something terrible had just happened. Now I understood why I felt that something was wrong. Something was wrong!
I didn’t hear until the next day the circumstances of the incidence and that 17 shots had been fired. As I thought about what happened, I wondered why I had been warned. As I replayed the events in my mind, I realized that if the Lord had not put it in my spirit that something was wrong, I would have left my office at my normal time and I would have been in front of the complex when the shots were fired. The incident occurred at the entrance of the complex near the street. The warning caused me to delay leaving by asking questions about if something was wrong in my email. If I had sent the email without questioning, I would’ve been right in front of that complex when the shots were fired.
Praise God for warning and protecting his children!