Last night the wind blew too hard and our power went out. As I sat in the dark with Leah I felt horrible. I'd been sick all day and as the house grew hotter my stuffy head felt worse and worse. But there was nothing that I could do. I laid there, whined some and tried not to feel too sorry for myself. I can handle stomach bugs OK but aches and sore throat and ear pain and not being able to breathe I don't do well. I couldn't make it any cooler. I ate popsicle but that didn't help. All I could do was wait it out. I felt very thankful when the power came back on an hour or so earlier than the power company estimated.
It sucks to be powerless, and last served as a reminder of what powerless really means. It means the incapacity to change the situation and make things better or right, to stop the wrongness. The difference between spiritual powerlessness and electrical powerlessness is that we don't have to wait on a company made up of fallen people with limitations much like our own to figure out and repair the problem. God has already done the work. The power is not out. The lines are not down. The switch is just off. When we turn to Him and ask for help, He flips the switch and His grace gives us the power and the strength to carry on, to see, to change and to do what's right.
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