5:45 Sunday morning my alarm goes off.
I do not want to get up. I think about possible times later in the day I could go running. Savannah gets out of bed and starts getting around so I get up and change.
We leave at 6:00, agree on how long we are running and Savannah starts her app so we can track the run.
We are almost finished with our run as we see a taxi start to slow down and turn. We decide to keep running straight because we both agreed it was a little sketch. We make it to the main street and I check my time knowing that we are almost finished.
Then it becomes foggy.
A moto slows down grabs Savannah’s side and goes for her phone.
She screams at him and we start sprinting, cutting through the grass.
I look and see that he turned around.
He is coming. We began screaming “Help, Help, Help.”
He catches up to us, gets so close that Savannah’s leg is burned from the exhaust pipe.
He stares at us and gets off his moto.
Sav says “Here take it” as she gives him her phone.
He gets on his moto and leaves.
The neighbors tell us to come inside and they call the police.
I pray over Savannah, thanking the Lord how she reacted and that He was with us even in the mist of being robbed.
Savannah I saw Jesus in you.
Through the tears and fear, “Take it, it’s yours.”
A free gift.
Just like Jesus is with His love.
Over and over again He gives himself away and pursues us.
I saw my own flesh and so many others in that man.
Searching and desperate for something.
Looking for happiness in this world.
Finding nothing.
As I have debriefed what happened, replayed the scene, I know Jesus was there protecting us. It did not get physical. Savannah reacted with grace. We are cautious but not fearful. Here is to running in the morning so the enemy cannot have a hold of what still needs to be done in the Dominican Republic.
“For the Lord has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and self-control.“
2nd Timothy 1:7
