Sound of Truth "Going Home"

Remembering the encouragement the night before, and how God had helped me to get out of other tough situations, increased my faith that this situation would also turn out for my good. After all, Jesus had promised in the Scriptures that “All things work together for good to them that love God, who are the called according to His purpose.” Even if I could not see light at the end of the tunnel, I had to cling to His promises for strength and assurance, as light in the darkness. I wondered what had become of the Flyers, since the Satellite had tracked me to that street. I sat on the floor and waited for what seemed like hours. I heard a car drive by on the street outside. I wondered if I could leave after dark without the Satellite being able to track me. Once, I heard a car stop on the street just outside of the house. I heard footsteps as someone walked across the porch to the front door. I sucked in my breath and got up to hide in the closet as I heard the rattle of keys. A key was being inserted into the door lock. I had the closet door open a crack to watch who entered. The door swung open. I nearly fell over with relief. It was my dad. He came in and closed the door. I opened the closet door and stepped out. He looked up, startled. “What are you doing here?” he asked me. “What are you doing here?” I asked, puzzled. This was almost too much of a coincidence.