But the more that he listens and reads about the world and what it looks like things are going to come to, he feels that it would be the right thing for me to have one. So this week, he bought me my very first gun ever. It is a 9mm and it is very light to hold, feels good in my hand and it is rather easy to use.
Today, after we had come back from our lunch out, he decided that it was time for me to practice. With the targets posted by the pond, the ducks had already decided that it would be in their favor to move to the far end of the pond, my lessons began.
With my gun in my hand, I began to target shoot. Hey, this is kind of fun. I began to feel like one of the agents on NCIS. How cool it would be to pull out my gun and hope that I didn't shoot my foot. Well, I did not shoot any animal, tree or better yet, my hubby.
When it was all over, I had shot 10 rounds and 2 went into the pond and the other 8 found the target. Now, I really wish that I could have hit the bull's eye, but that was wishful thinking. If I had, my Tommy would have not believed it, even though he would have been standing right there. He had no worry though, seeing that this was my first time.
Did I ever think that I would own a gun? No, but with the world heading the way it is, I believe that everyone should be able to protect themselves. We live close to a men's prison and there have been times that one of them have escaped and you never know. That is why I always keep my doors locked. Am I afraid, NO. I just never had thought about it. Do I feel safe in my own home? Absolutely. My trust has and will always be in the Lord. Each day, I place my life and those of my family and friends in His hands and I let the Lord take care of us.
He is my protector.