Last night we lost our power until after midnight and then it went out three or four more times. There were over seven hundred homes affected. My husband and I read by candlelight until we went to bed. I began pondering peace during this time and thinking of how the Israelites could not store up manna, but had to gather it daily. Not so long ago, I would have felt so inconvenienced, anxious and fretful but I began to be thankful for the conveniences we have daily and take for granted.
This morning we found out it was a woman, intoxicated who had run into the power box. I found myself praying about her.
Last evening, Philippians 4:6,7 and 19 came to me which states “Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus….And my God will meet all your needs according to his glorious riches in Christ Jesus.” As I prayed I realized it was not for the power to return on but to have peace during that time.