Susan LaffertySun beat down on flat roofs in long Karachi summers.
Electricity failed. Lines melted. Disconnecting and falling in the street.
The interior of our home was an oven. Climbing over 100 degrees at times.
We read of people dying in Chicago one summer. Why? Fans combined with heat above a certain temperature in their apartments turned those spaces into convection ovens.
Oh. We were getting cooked.
Night sky. Stars lost in the city’s loud light.
Raised in a large urban center, I look back on my childhood. And remember something different.
Limited electricity. Unpredictable outages.
Frequent darkness in the evenings.
And stars.
Trust in God’s provision? Tested. On hot days with no electricity.
Once-cool tile floors warmed our feet. And desert wind found its way through latched doors and loose windows.
No electricity. No pump. Thus, no water to the container on the roof which put water in our pipes.
During summers in Karachi, it was easy to fall into self-pity. And question God’s provision.
Silly, I know.
