It was the scariest feeling I’ve ever had… riding down Fond Du Lac Street during the 95^th anniversary of Harley Davidson.� Harley was hosting the biggest biker party in their hometown of Milwaukee, WI and they invited everyone to check out their backyard… even the not-so-nice parts.

The first clue I got that I was in a rough neighborhood was that there were bars on the doors and windows.� The second clue was that there were no other bikes and I was definitely a minority.� I said a little prayer that God would make all the stop lights green until we could come out safely on the other side.� God must have been taking a break when we approached our last set of lights.

There were four of us riding together… my friend, Kris, and two guys we met that week.� The deal we made was that if we got separated, the front two would stop and wait for the others to catch up.� This was our back-up plan since God was going to keep all the lights green.� Well… the light was already turning yellow when the first two went through.� Greg and I made it and now we needed to stop.� Stop? Are you serious?� In “the Hood”??

I looked at Greg… Greg looked at me… we both knew what the other was thinking… should we stop and risk being overpowered by whoever was lurking in the shadows?� That was the deal…� My vote was that we get to a place that didn’t have bars on the windows… I was wearing a leather bustier for crying out loud! I felt I was a target.� Evidently my vote didn’t count and it was the deal we made… we had to be true to the deal.

Well… knowing what I know about God keeping his promises… this was a day He was fulfilling one.� Greg and I started to pull to the right to wait for the others and, low and behold, we pulled over next to… wait for it… a POLICE STATION!� Thank you!� Thank you!� Thank you!

Have you ever had that feeling that something could go terribly wrong ?� � That pit in your stomach signaling something wasn’t right?� That you are somewhere that you don’t fit in and everyone is ready to take advantage of you?� What was the outcome?� Was it as bad as you thought it would be?� � Probably not but if you’re like me, my initial reaction is one of the worst case… What I find myself doing is thinking about the worst thing that could happen and then I take steps to make sure that it doesn’t happen.� A little faith doesn’t hurt either…