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?

Early in my adolescent years, Mom remarked, “If Dad said the sky was blue, you would say it’s green.” Her words stand out in my mind.
Although I most likely protested (duh), inside I knew she was right. As I grew, maturity glossed over that stubbornness.
But pride still hovered close to the surface.
I was 29 when I married Todd and 33 when our first child was born. Suddenly a lot of “set in my ways” was unset and upset.
Then we arrived in Pakistan in 1992.

Stay the course.
Hold on. Hold fast.
Endure. Persevere. Keep walking His path.
We hear these instructions but sometimes hesitate to take that next step.
So, to the inexperienced, anxious about what’s ahead, the Lord repeats “Be strong and courageous…” (Joshua 1:9).
