Today is a day of fasting and prayer for my family. Though we are beset by problems, we know where to turn for relief, and we are grateful for a loving Father in Heaven who hears and answers prayers. Of course, we are petitioning Him for positive outcomes, but we also understand that His plan for our lives is greater than any we might have for our own. Therefore, while we hope for the desires of our hearts to be granted, we acknowledge and submit to His superior wisdom in all things.
I wrote yesterday about the literal storm that has accompanied our figurative one. Shortly after posting my thoughts, we lost power. Lighting as many candles as was feasible, I spent the night in relative darkness, alone because my husband was at the church conducting interviews until quite late. I must admit that my thoughts were somewhat melancholy, but the flickers of light throughout the house brought with them a feeling of peace and comfort. The storm was raging outside, but I remained safe and warm in the shelter of our home.
This afternoon, I am still without electricity (in fact, I'm in Starbucks using the free wi-fi right now), but the rain has stopped and the sun is peeking through clouds that no longer look so threatening. My focus is on spiritual things, and I am aware of the synchronicity that so often happens in life. Storms come and storms go, and sometimes their intensity and duration is hard to bear. But shelter is only a prayer away. And always, even when our own power wanes, there will be enough light to guide our footsteps through the darkness until, in the Lord's good time, we are invariably led into the brightness and promise of another day.
"Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul."
I love Emily Dickinson.
And I am hoping and hoping and hoping.
With feathers and with faith.
Love you, K & C