Ever wake up and walk around for a few days with a foreboding of impending doom? Ever? I've been there, been in that state for about four days now. I have no idea why, but it hit, and hit hard.
And yet, it has reminded me that this world is not my home. That there is sun above the clouds, even if I don't see it yet. That God is still in control, and that He is not blind to whatever it is, and, most of all, that we can trust Him. He has, several times, brought me personally through some situations, including ones that my own sin led me into, but that through a series of utterly improbable events, brought me through. Whether they class as miracles, I do not know. But looking back across the footprints I left in some nasty minefield situation, the distinction is unimportant. So I know as well as any person living, that God can and does do amazing things, even for such as I.
Dear Wife is home now, after a stint "watching" the great-niece next door. (she does live next door, and the distinction is made because we have two great nieces and one lives next door, the other about two miles away, and Wife sometimes "watches" her also. Anyway, Wife is horizontal, napping, feet propped up, under two blankets and with a pair of fuzzy socks on because -- courtesy of her peripheral circulatory issues -- her feet were like ice. I rubbed them a while and then put the fuzzy socks on her and covered her up.
In a few minutes, I'll go see to the clothes washer. We're in "tight" financial situations, have been for most of our years together. The washer we have was one we purchased from one of those "rent to own" joints that she had been working at. This was back around 2002 or so, and was, three states ago (not counting the current one). It's about as good as you'd expect from such a place -- we actually were able to afford it because it had been "out" on one of those deals and for whatever reason, returned to the store without the full contract being fulfilled. We were able to get it for the remaining payments, which is the only way we could. But that was around 14 years ago, and it's wearing/worn out. Right now, that "safety" switch that means the lid (top loading washer) has to be closed is malfunctioning. So, often, I have to stand there with some sort of probe and hold the switch down while the unit goes through its spin cycles and such. Not fun, probably not safe either, but beats driving four miles to a laundromat, even if I had gas and quarters, which I don't. But my grandmothers started out using washboards and clotheslines, later "advancing" to wringer washers, which is what my mom used when I was a kid. (when we moved to another town, we had well water, with a coal mine less than a mile away, the water had LOTS of iron in it and, rather than stain the clothes a weird rust color, she hauled everything to a laundromat in the next town over and did it. For more than 20 years!). So it's no fun, but it beats using a washboard, and we're blessed to have the detergent and hot water and, not to forget, clothes to be washed.
We have contacts and friends in the Gulf Coast area, including greater New Orleans. If you've not watched the news, they're having a once-in-500-years flood. I've seen reports out of Baton Rouge of as much as 29 inches of rain in 36 hours! Enormous damage, lives disrupted, all of that. That storm system, an enormous one, is now heading north and east. It may catch us a bit, but right now the news is full of it being aimed at Illinois. Parts of Arkansas are getting hit right now, Missouri after that, and then Illinois. Rough week, rough month, for a lot of people. Having situations like they've had in Baton Rouge, of coffins floated out of burial grounds and floating down the main street is not a sight you're likely to forget any time soon. They've had it, they're having it right now.
The storms of life are, sometimes, real storms.
Today's Old Testament passage is Psalms 103 and 104.
Our New Testament reading is Romans 14