The phone rang about nine last night. I was a little sleepy and thought about just letting it ring, but gave in at the last moment.
A very formal, female voice informed me that she was calling from the Calgary Police Department, and wanted to speak with a Debbie Falconer. Yes, that is me, what is this about? My heart was already pounding. Blue had been in Calgary all day working on a job. He should have been home an hour ago. She then asked if I was the owner of a white, Ford, Super-duty truck. Yes, well not me exactly, my husband, Blue owned the truck and should be in it right now, driving himself safely home. Was my husband's name Blue Falconer? Yes, isn't that what I just said? Yes, that is our license plate. What is this about? I was having trouble catching my breath, and hating myself for always assuming the worst in every situation. The woman then politely asked for Blue's cell number, then thanked me and hung up. Hung up? Wait, please wait, what is going on? It took a few minutes for me to calm down, and explain to myself that if he were hurt, or in trouble, she would have told me that, right?
I dialed Blue's cell, and nearly sobbed with relief when he told me that he was about a half hour from home, and everything was ok.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again. I had no trouble jumping up to get this one. This time, a man's voice introduced himself as a constable in Calgary. He then proceded to ask me many of the same questions. This time, I was not so dazed, and demanded to know what was going on. He informed me that they had received a "hit" on our vehicle. A truck with our license plate had been seen doing "stupid" things. I almost laughed out loud. My husband is a lot of fun, lively, adventurous, but what this officer was describing I knew could not be my husband.
It took a few more phone calls for us to discover that the license plate had been stolen off of Blue's truck and replaced with a fake. I could finally breathe normally.
Early this morning, as I lay in bed, thanking God for protecting Blue, and for resolving the situation, I was shrouded in peace. I thought about the person or people who had stolen Blue's license plate, in a vain attempt to tarnish his reputation, to certainly cause trouble in the hopes of not getting caught...so hopeless, so sad. I snuggled deeper into my pillow, and as sleep began to overtake me, I remembered Romans 8:35, 38,39.
"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword?
For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
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