A person plans her steps but the Lord directs her way…
Once again, we are reminded of our impotence in the great
scheme of things. Storm Babet continues to make herself known in the northeast.
We count our blessings, that we rest on a hillock, above threat of flooding,
and this time, we did not lose our power. Blessings indeed.
Flexibility is a virtue when plans change. A walk with a
dear friend on Thursday – already postponed twice – postponed yet again because
of this storm. We thought we’d meet anyway for a bowl of soup, but red alerts
put paid to that. So, the pink roses that were bought for her, grace our dining
table instead.
Friends of friends were coming from the US, via Ireland,
then Edinburgh and up to us for the weekend. Everything is cleaned, beds made, food
purchased and prepped: the red warning continues, though, and the A90 remains
closed between Dundee and Aberdeen. We won’t be meeting these people this time.
So I’ve lit the fire in the good room, put on some Georges
Moustaki records from fifty years ago, and am feeling very blessed.
Nothing is as we thought it would be. Our disruption is so
inconsequential; our inconveniences so minor and so easily redirected. I am
acutely aware of those everywhere whose disruptions have necessitated fleeing
for their lives; for those who have received bad news of health challenges
which will change life itself: Lord, have mercy.
May those reeling from their disruptions be encouraged
today; may they cling to you with the assurance that your right hand upholds
them and that underneath are the everlasting arms.
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