I DON’T HOPE TO FALL IN THERE

Yesterday a very pretty girl was helping me with a purchase. I believe I was in obedience to the Holy Spirit as I felt the nudge to give her the following message. I said something close to this: “You are a beautiful girl. With your beauty, you must use wisdom to keep from being loaded with problems ten or fifteen years down the way. Be wise with your beauty.” She smiled and seemed receptive to my advice.

I published the following post only a few months ago. I feel “nudged” to copy and paste this warning again. Grandparents, call your grandchildren’s names to the Lord today. Girls and boys, beautiful and plain, have souls that are all precious to our Lord.

A notable quote by a little girl watching her grandfather digging out a septic tank, “I don’t hope I ever fall in that.” 

I’m thinking of this regarding some of the sin and slime, so many little girls “never hope they fall into.”  But glamour and enticement dangle happiness and excitement and many forget about avoiding into the pit.

I remember a time when I was about 11 or 12 in Canon City, CO.  My mother and I were staying at an aunt’s house a few blocks from the church we were going to on that Sunday morning.  I was ready before they were, so I decided to walk to church by myself.  A few blocks away from the church, a car pulled up and a young man called to me.  “Would you like a ride?”

Now down in the midst of my preteen heart, I thought that meant he thought I was kinda cute.  A bit of a thrill.  I didn’t recognize it as a “pit I don’t hope to fall into.” Looking back I realize I must have been protected by angels assigned to me in answer to prayers that had been made for me.

Thankfully I did not “fall into that pit.” I did not respond. I acted like I did not hear, and walked confidently down the block just like I knew where I was going and I ended up in the right place.

Now as an adult, I realize that was exactly how I should have acted. Must have been because I had good folks praying for me. 

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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5 Responses to I DON’T HOPE TO FALL IN THERE

  1. joyroses13 says:

    Prayers of grandparents are so important!.Glad for your protection that day! ❤

  2. jsneese62 says:

    My daughter was one of those girls that always had to learn everything the hard way and I know it is thanks to God and lots of prayers that she is still alive today. When she was about 14 years old I dropped her off at church one evening for a youth gathering and told her what time I would be back to pick her up.
    I later pulled up to the church that was all dark and my daughter was nowhere to be found and I started to panic. I went back home to get my husband and just as I walk into the door the phone rings and it is the police station. They explain she is safe and we can come pick her up.
    What the foolish girl had done was lie to me and when I left a boy met her and she never went into the church and he dropped her off and left her on a dark street all alone. Before I could get there she was grabbed from behind by a homeless man. Thankfully she managed to get away from him by biting him and ran to the police station.

  3. jsneese62 says:

    It did teach her a lesson she actually was able to pick him out from a picture lineup they had. Oneta this man was so dirty it was hard to tell what color he was and she bit him. When we got home she brushed her teeth so many times her gums hurt the next day. She also learned a valuable lesson about boys and respect. I told her if he respected he would not have convinced her to go against my wishes and would not have dumped off on a dark street and left her alone.

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