A storm blows through our area recently. High winds topple trees.
Taking out electricity.
We sit in darkness. Reminiscing.
Memories of long outages. And the same old feelings rise.
Wondering. How long? Will everything in the freezer be ruined?

A storm blows through our area recently. High winds topple trees.
Taking out electricity.
We sit in darkness. Reminiscing.
Memories of long outages. And the same old feelings rise.
Wondering. How long? Will everything in the freezer be ruined?

They dropped a crate off the truck onto our driveway. We all heard the discordant scream. Loud and clear.
Our piano.
Wrapped with care, months before, during our year in the USA.
Placed in a wooden crate. Nailed shut.
Loaded into a ship container with the rest of our belongings.

Remember spiritual markers.
Turning points in personal history.
Moments of growth when God gives wisdom. And courage to take the next step. Boldness to enter something new.
Remember significant signposts in His Word.
And give thanks.
