I wanted to snap a smart salute to the brave electricity-fixer-people in their large trucks with flashing lights. My throat constricted as I thought of the depth of thankfulness I felt for them. My power is ON baby! After 2 1/2 days off, it’s beautiful, wonderful, marvelous and everything good. Well, not exactly, but you get my drift. I’m thankful. Our house was a disaster on a smaller scale proportional to the great disaster outdoors. We have been cleaning, mopping and throwing away trash, cleaning out our fridge of rotting food, unpacking, putting a child to bed, doing laundry…. all that stuff since we walked in the door. I don’t dare look outside.
All I have to do now is jump in the shower and I’m in heaven, in my OWN bed, in my OWN house. I don’t emphasize that in any way to take away from the thankfulness towards my friends’ parents that I have so deep in my heart. They took us in. They had a generator and gas fire when it was cold. A bedroom with a crib for us. They sacrificed so much for all of us- another one of our friends with a baby was also displaced from their home, so there were 8 adults and 3 babies under 2 under their roof. and they welcomed us with open arms. I’m glad to give them their home back.
Those friends with the baby are with us now, sleeping in our front bedroom, still homeless. and my dear friend sleeping on the couch. We have a full house, and it feels good. It feels right. My selfish side protests slightly, wanting to be alone, but then the grace God gives me pours out to others. Thank God for God, ’cause without him I’m be a hopeless, selfish person intent only on pleasing myself. My heart still hurts for the many others without electricity tonight, in the freezing cold. Please pray that power comes on for them tomorrow and not the later estimates the news is forecasting!