Lights Out.

We had no electricity last week. For FOUR days.

Believe me…I was not only cranky and frustrated, but I was uuu-gly.
No blow dryer, no straightener, insufficient light to apply my much needed eyeliner so I wouldn’t look like the unfortunate lovechild of a baby groundhog and a surprised Asian woman.

All the food in our refrigerator and freezer spoiled…making our house smell, well… just be glad this post isn’t of the scratch ‘n’ sniff variety.

I was unable to get on-line…no typing papers, no e-mailing, NO FACEBOOK!

As soon as the clock struck eight, it was a can’t-see-your-hands-in-front-of-your-face kind of dark. Candles are dreamy when they are unnecessary, but a real pain when you have no other option.  There is melted wax all over every surface in our home now.

As I carried my lantern (thanks to Suzie and Josh’s wedding, I do in fact own lanterns) up the stairs to my room, it seemed as though my long pigtail braids should be hanging down my back, my calico jumper buttoned up to my neck as I hollered “Night Ma! Night Pa!”… we’re talking, this was a real rewind to the days of the Frontier. A time that I can say with the utmost confidence that I would not have survived.  Reminiscing on Oregon Trail days in the elementary computer lab is going to have to be enough for me.


Heck, I enjoy a grand thunderstorm.  A die-hard romantic, I’ve been known to leave the house and drive to the top level of a nearby parking garage to enjoy a rolling violet sky and flashes of spider lightening.  I’ve even mentioned having a glass ceiling in the bedroom of my one-day dreamhouse for just such an occasion.

Who doesn’t enjoy a peek of God’s majesty?? Just as long as we’re not inconvenienced…

“Look God, I like ya in small doses that fit my schedule, make me feel better, give me my spiritual “fix” for the day, but try not to interrupt my flow, alright?  Great…thanks, I’ll call again when I need something.”

Maybe a tad melodramatic, but I couldn’t help but correlate my attitude over a few days of no power to a lifetime of being irritated with God when things didn’t go my way.

I want enough of Him to WOW me…but not enough to disturb my plans, purposes or priorities. 

The power was turned back on by Friday night… and as I reveled in the wonder working abilities of my curling iron as it turned my freshly lightened platinum locks to a Marilyn Monroe-esque cloud of ringlets, I felt like kissing Thomas Edison full on the mouth!

Tucking the new streak of electric blue behind my left ear and spritzing my wrists with a little Tocca Stella, I wrapped a black pashmina around my neck, grabbed my roommate Janie and off we went to enjoy the night! 

It was quite late by the time we went looking for dinner, and we were huuuungry.  After almost a full week of subsisting on Saltine crackers, bottled water, granola bars and lukewarm applesauce…it was time to feast!  I squealed the Jeep into a parking spot at Chili’s, salivating at the thought of a Chicken Caesar wrap or Southwestern egg rolls.  I yanked on the handle…and it didn’t open.  WHAT?! Closed!? At 11 o’clock?? Ah geez Ohio, way to party.  Back in ol’ Huxtable we climbed, off to Logan’s Roadhouse.  Mmm…I would love a Logan’s house salad with honey mustard… yum yum. 

Wait a minute.  CLOSED?!!? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!  I am not wasting this cute hair and cute girl friend on a night driving through the McDonald’s arches. 

The ONLY place that was open was T.G.I.Friday’s.  Yuck.  After three or four unpleasant dining experiences, I was not thrilled, but oh well.  We were hungry and the doors weren’t locked.

We walked in as a party of inebriated fellows were stumbling out the door.  One of them poked me in the eye and mumbled something about how he liked my highlights.  At this point, my annoyance ‘o’ meter was approaching a solid 9. 

The host, Greg…with his perfectly coifed hair and sweet smile led us to our table.  A few minutes after pouring over the menu, our server came by.

With his bedazzled D&G belt buckle glittering in the fluorescent lighting, “Willie” talked a mile a minute. After about a dozen “Babe” and “Darlin” remarks he flew back into the kitchen to get our drinks.  I moodily stared around the restaurant at the motley crew that surrounded us.  This was not my idea of how to spend a fabulous Friday evening.  Willie came back and took our order, and when the food arrived, I debated whether or not I should ask him if we could pray for anything.  We did.
And Willie’s eyes about bulged out of his skull.

He was shocked and spit out a prayer request.  We bowed our heads and spent some time with God, and after the Amen, Willie returned.

At about a hundred miles an hour he whirred out how blessed, how thankful, how awed he was that God had brought him customers who wanted to pray for him.  (I felt pretty terrible that I almost didn’t ask him because I was too annoyed.)
Willie pulled up a chair and shared some of his testimony with us.  A Lee College grad who desired to be in full-time ministry, he was facing some really tough times.  He had left Tennessee to move to Ohio at the request of his old youth pastor… this man had some wild stories and clearly was in LOVE with his God.  Turns out he and Janie had mutual friends, and we all laughed at how crazy it was that the Lord brought us together.

As he carried our dirty glasses away, I looked at Janie, and her huge grin matched mine.  Looked like the evening turned out quite well after all. 

He knows what He’s doing.


Okay God.

Inconvenience me.

Psalm 29
The Message

 1-2 Bravo, God, bravo! Gods and all angels shout, “Encore!”
   In awe before the glory,
      in awe before God’s visible power.
   Stand at attention!
      Dress your best to honor him! 

 3 God thunders across the waters,
   Brilliant, his voice and his face, streaming brightness—
   God, across the flood waters.

 4 God‘s thunder tympanic,
   God‘s thunder symphonic.

 5 God‘s thunder smashes cedars,
   God topples the northern cedars.

 6 The mountain ranges skip like spring colts,
   The high ridges jump like wild kid goats.

 7-8 God‘s thunder spits fire.
   God thunders, the wilderness quakes;
   He makes the desert of Kadesh shake.

 9 God‘s thunder sets the oak trees dancing
   A wild dance, whirling; the pelting rain strips their branches.
   We fall to our knees—we call out, “Glory!”

 10 Above the floodwaters is God‘s throne
      from which his power flows,
      from which he rules the world.

 11 God makes his people strong.
   God gives his people peace.


One Response

  1. i love you. the end. 🙂

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