Then, I watched a movie based on an Agatha Christie novel. In the movie and the book, the victim was poisoned by her bedside water, and the image disturbed me. I conjured up the image of the victim dying every time I took a sip of my bedside water. I think the Lord was trying to tell me something.
Then the Lord took a more direct approach. I had watched an episode of Murder, She Wrote two weeks ago and then spent about half an hour reading my latest Agatha Christie novel before bed. I got to sleep easily and slept smoothly. Until the dream, that is. The dream in itself wasn't too odd; I simply made a drink. I don't remember what it was. Chocolate milk or lemon water or something. Then I woke up. Nothing too strange going on, yet. My throat was feeling a bit parched by now, so I reached over to my night table, where my glass of water sat. I picked it up and was about to take a drink (again hoping that it wasn't poisoned), when the smell assaulted my nostrils. It was then that I looked into my water glass. Thick, creamy gunk swirled through my water. Poison?!?!? Yes! In the middle of the night, while I was sleeping, that drink I was mixing in my dream was real. I got up and squirted half of my bottle of hand cream into my water glass!
By now, I was growing more convicted and decided that I needed to ease up on the murder. So last Monday, I told myself that I wasn't going to watch Murder, She Wrote ... I would just take a peek at what the episode was about. But what to my wondering eyes did appear, not Murder, She Wrote, but Heartland. "Stupid horse show," I muttered, assuming that Heartland would take Murder, She Wrote's place tonight and tonight alone. But as I scrolled through the following days' listings, there was no murder to be found. I dropped the remote, panic coursing through my veins and raced to my bedroom, where I flipped open my laptop and searched the t.v. station's website. And there it was - a nice, little, blue notice, announcing that as of May 30 (the day that it happened to be), Murder, She Wrote would be off-air and replaced by Heartland. I think the Lord was trying to tell me something.
I felt deflated. How could this be? My favourite show - gone? But then, I started to laugh. It hit me so strongly and suddenly, I felt as if the Lord had grabbed me by the shoulders and was shaking me. He knew that I wasn't strong enough to give up murder mysteries on my own, so He helped me out.
Yes, the Lord is trying to tell me something ... and I think I'm starting to get it.