I originally posted this story April of 2010, but I stumbled upon it again and thought it would bring some new readers a smile. Have a blessed Monday everyone!  Enjoy!

I wouldn’t be a good blogger if I didn’t share what happened at our house this morning.

Our cats awakened me around 4am (stinkin’ cats) so I tossed and turned until my husband left to go turkey hunting. I must have dozed back off because at 6:30am I heard our doorbell. It was the front door (which is next to our bedroom). I thought, “Uh, NO WAY. I am NOT going to answer this door!” Immediately I figured one of our cows had gotten out. Before I had time to think anything else, I heard a knock on the door and “____ police” … (I can’t tell you the name of our town of course). Ha. Police? OH MAN! Now I must open the door.

Now, you want to talk about a serious case of bed head! Ha — I should have taken a picture for blogging purposes, but it was B A D. Standing straight up.

So, I grabbed a robe, cut off burglar alarm and there stood two policemen. I hear, “Ma’am, is all of this property on this farm yours?” “Uh, yes … why?” I asked. “There might be a mentally disturbed lady on your property and we are searching for her” he said. Oh great! Nothing like waking to hear that a mentally unstable person is sneaking around our place. Hmmmm.

He proceeded to tell me that she left her home (on foot) around 2:30am and told her husband she was headed to our farm because the “spirit” had told her that Billy Graham was having a crusade here. Hmmmm. Poor lady. Of course we would love to have a crusade here on our farm, but unfortunately she wasn’t hearing from the Holy Spirit.

You should have seen our yard. We had the fire department, water & rescue (since we have 2 ponds), and police in our yard. The neighbors were all stirred up about the possibilities of what was happening here.

They searched all of our barns (a bunch of them), shelters, farm equipment, behind our bushes, sheds, etc … Each barn that was searched had police tape over the doors to show if the woman escaped a barn or tried to enter.  Comforting for me, eh?  Finally after they were here SEVERAL HOURS, the woman returned to her home (thankfully).

On a funny note — I could kick myself for not being a good fly-baby lately (you know, the flylady.net) because our guest bathroom needed cleaning. Two of the policemen had to use our restroom. SCREAM!!!! Figures. Argh. It never fails — if everything is spotless, NOBODY comes. Most of you remember the story about Sen. Elizabeth Dole changing clothes in my bedroom. SCREAM! If you missed that post and want a laugh, click HERE.

Anyway, the woman is home (for now) and as far as I know Billy Graham isn’t having a crusade here today. Of course, I’d love to meet him and his family.

Perhaps our afternoon will be much less eventful.

 

Photo credit:  A few of the rescue workers in our yard AFTER it was over.

Billy Graham photo credit: click here.