I actually prayed for rain yesterday – really I did! It has been SO dry; our grass is just sitting there dying, and with a plethora of wedding bills, there is no way we are going to water the lawn right now. The last time we tried that, our son Paul was doing us a favor by taking care of the lawn while we were gone on vacation; when we got back, we had a $100 water bill! We put a stop to that right quick! But it has been SO dry recently, on my way home from church yesterday, I just prayed, “Lord, I know there is not supposed to be much of a chance of rain tonight, but if it is Your will, I just pray that You would let it rain here; we really need it.” Now, I am NOT claiming that I brought that rain last night (what is that old expression: “even a blind squirrel finds an acorn every so often”?) but I was SO happy to hear those thunderclaps in the middle of the night. I always love storms anyway! “There is beauty in the bellow of a blast; there is grandeur in the growling of a gale …” goes the old Gilbert & Sullivan song — but I digress … I greatly enjoyed listening to the thunder during the night, even though it did not make for the best night’s sleep – especially since I had stayed up too late reading in the first place!
So this morning, when I rolled over, more than just a bit groggy, to see what time it was, I saw only a blank face on my digital clock … ooops, my beloved storm had a cost: the power is out! Continue reading
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