And my power is out again at the condo. My oil lamp has been quite handy this spring and summer with the number of outages we've had.
It's strange going to bed without any power. No hum of electricity. No glow from the charging gadgets.
Even stranger is when I wake up at 4:00 and can't go back to sleep. Without lights to turn on to read by, my mind starts working overtime.
Is my milk going bad?
Is the power on at work?
And then my thoughts turn to thinking of every failure I've had within the past week.
Why did I do that?
Could I have handled that better?
Why do I make poor choices?
Shouldn't I know better?
None of it is life or death by any means but no one is a better critic than me. In the night, in the quiet, I berate myself. And then I start to talk to God. Handing it all over to Him.
Stillness isn't a bad thing when you do the right thing with it.
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