About one o’clock this afternoon, a storm blew through. It came very fast and buffeted us pretty hard for a bit.
And of course, inevitably, the power went out.
When the rain cleared, the machines in the house remained silent, so once I figured out how to open the garage door without benefit of pushing buttons (there was a latch, you see), we went off to do an errand that involved printing, notarizing and overnighting.
Back an hour or so later. Still silence and semi-darkness.
Back at 6. Still nothing. Luckily, our stove and hot water heater are natural gas-fueled, so dinner could happen anyway, and soon after that showers.
All this time, I could hear a truck somewhere, a street or so over, so I knew the problem was being addressed.
But it was really no problem. It was daylight, the storm had cooled the air a bit, and in the quiet, with the fed, clean boys off playing Legos, I could think about Exiles.
And think about another storm, abut suffering, chance, blunders, bad luck and glimpses of mercy, I knew I had not a thing to complain about. I may have thought I did, but I knew I didn’t. Do you see the difference?
past all
Grasp God