Last night, I found myself alone in an empty house braving a snow storm. I poured some wine, turned the lights down low, and got ready to wrap presents. Sounds like, Heaven, I know. I tried to revel in the moment, forgetting the circumstances that lead me to this moment.
As I wrapped gift after gift, the wind whipped around outside. It blew and blew, and sounded fierce. I ignored it, trying to focus on wrapping gifts, praying for a happy and Merry Christmas.
“Ding dong!” my phone chimed. I read a text saying, “My friend lives in North Bend and she lost power.”
Knowing that losing power might just send me over the edge, I prayed and prayed. ”Please, God, let me keep my power, my warmth, my hot shower.”
My lights flickered. ”Please, God, my heart is heavy, I have a big day tomorrow, please let me keep my power.”
I plugged in my phone and iPad, just in case. I needed those tools the next day.
My lights flickered, my TV flashed. My heart sank, but I continued to pray. I finally noticed it was after 11, and I threw extra blankets on my bed, and climbed inside.
This morning, when I awoke, my house was warm, and my water was hot. I prayed a prayer of thanks all day. Even during times, when it seems like God is not there, He shows me in little ways, that yes, in fact He is.