It’s 8am. It’s 50*F inside the house.
The thermometer outside the kitchen window reads 22*F.
We are still without power.
We have gas furnaces but their controls are electric.
They haven’t kicked on since 11am yesterday morning.
Outside the scene is quiet, still, somber. I awoke to see the results of the destruction that began yesterday and continued into the night. The rain, icy cold and heavy, stuck to everything, weighing it down until tree branches and power lines could no longer hold the weight of it all.
Outside it looks like some evil, twisted scene from the deep frozen of Narnia.
Tears threaten to spill out but I’m too numb to even cry.
It’s such an odd feeling…
looking out on the nightmarish destruction of so many trees,
wishing they had been stronger than the ice while not being able to deny
that the destroyer holds its own form of beauty.
Grotesque twisted shapes of once so beautiful and stately trees
underneath a layer of sparkle.
The only one stirring this morning with me is a robin outside my window. One of its wings has a feather that is broken and trailing the ground as it walks around the courtyard, scurrying in fear when it sees movement…searching for…I don’t know what. Heat? Food? Safety?
The roads and driveways are slick and treacherous.
We have been warned to stay home unless we have an emergency. If the power outage continues, the base will open some of its buildings for shelter. It would be a challenge to get there.
Last night I kept giggling at myself when I’d automatically flip a lightswitch, expecting something to happen even though I knew the power was out. Funny how we just get used to how things should work. LOL!
I am glad for the sun rising this morning, even though it’s clouded in gray. Walking around with lanterns, flashlights, and/or candles gets old after several hours. Hmmm…but even those I have to be thankful for.
How many ignored the warnings of the last few days? How many were not prepared for this? When it was 68*F on Wednesday and sunny, it was hard to wrap our minds around the fact that an ice storm was coming.
It was such a beautiful day! Life was grand.
But last night, the cold reality hit us like a semi truck! The forecasters’ warnings were not in vain. They were speaking truth this time.
Their predictions came true.
Last night I could not sleep because I kept thinking of and praying for those who may not have had an alternative source of heat; and those who may not have stocked up on food that can sustain them for the next few days. We don’t know how long we will be without power. And after hearing of the danger on the streets, we knew it would be foolish to go out for any reason.
Everyone we knew was busy preparing for this event. But what about those we did not know? I pray that everyone in the area was ready for this.
The consequences could be irreversible.
Ooh. You had to know this would remind me of the parallel with real life. We have been warned for centuries that the coming of Christ is near. Scriptures say that the delay is only because He doesn’t want any to perish.
Yet many go about their day-to-day lives as if things will never change, ignoring the warnings of those in the know,
those who can read the signs of the times,
those who are ready for what is coming and want others to be ready too.
Sometimes we even scoff at those who know the Truth,
like we did with the weather folks.
Oh how foolish we can be sometimes!
Christ IS coming back again one day. I can’t say when, no one can say exactly when, Christ himself said that only the Father knows the exact time…but I trust the Word of God to be true. He said He’s coming back for those who belong to Him and I believe Him.
I look forward to that day with all my heart!
The joy that we can have before that day is but
just a taste of what He offers eternally.
But for those who are not prepared, not be a good day.
It will be too late.
The scriptures say we are to be ready;
those who are not ready will be left behind.
And those who are ready will no longer have
opportunity to help them prepare.
Christ uses the analogy of a wedding banquet to make His point clear:
"'At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins
who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom.
Five of them were foolish and five were wise.
The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them.
The wise, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps.
The bridegroom was a long time in coming,
and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.
At midnight the cry rang out: 'Here's the bridegroom!
Come out to meet him!'
'Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps.
The foolish ones said to the wise,
Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.'
'No,' they replied, 'there may not be enough for both us and you.
Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.'
But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived.
The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet.
And the door was shut.
Later the others also came. 'Sir! Sir!' they said. 'Open the door for us!'
But he replied, 'I tell you the truth, I don't know you.'
'Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.'"
Will they awaken one morning to scenes of devastation
and icy numbness in their hearts,
shell-shocked and wondering "what just happened?"
Oh I hope not! I hope we are all ready when the Master says, “It’s time!”
Reminds me of an old song…”I wish we’d all been ready”