Wow! Nearly a week has flown by since my last post.
I’ve been busy writing. Or maybe a more truthful statement would be "trying" to write. I’m in a creativity slump. I’m walking through a "valley of the shadows," and sometimes there doesn’t seem to be much left in me but tears. Certainly not any good ideas for my work in progress. One day I will look back at this time and glean from this experience and these emotions. One day I will be able to work them into another book. But right now that seems far off. Right now I’m just looking for the sunrise.
I awoke this morning with this Brian Doerksen song running through my head:
Faithful one, so unchanging,
Ageless one, You’re my rock of peace,
Lord of all I depend on You,
I call out to You, Again and again,
I call out to You, Again and again
You are my rock in times of trouble,
You lift me up when I fall down,
All through the storm, Your love is,
The anchor, My hope is in You alone.
Oh, how that song ministers to me. My hope is in God alone. I call out to Him, again and again, and He lifts me up. Whatever my lot, He has taught me to say, "It is well with my soul."
Granddaughter #1 and Grandson #2 spent the night on Friday in order to help me get ready for the neighborhood garage sale. I had some prime stuff ready to set out. Sadly, the yard sale was a bust. The nearest major intersection was blocked by major construction, so bargain hunters had to go three miles out of their way to get to the subdivision. Most didn’t bother. In two and a half hours, we had six cars come by. So we decided to push all the stuff back into the garage and then we headed to the movie complex to see Over the Hedge. We loved it! Now I need to call the local charity and have them come pick up the unsold prime stuff.
Idaho is not a state known for tornadoes, but a week or so ago, the Seven Devils area northwest of Boise got hit with one packing winds of about 150 mph. Mowed down the forest of Ponderosa Pines.
Today, Boise was under a tornado warning. I was blissfully unaware of it until I came downstairs to call Daughter #2 about our golf lesson. It looked like rain was rolling in. The sky was so dark. Just as we decided we didn’t want to be out on a golf course in stormy weather, the hail began. I have never personally seen hail this size. They said some were an inch and a quarter in diameter. I only heard one crack of thunder but it was loud and strong.
Well, I am off to bed, looking forward to the sunrise.
In the grip of His grace,