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In The Dark

There I sat all primed to write, my blog before me, when blackness fell. It immediately consumed my screen and all the room's surroundings. Silence followed quickly too, as all the household power quit. I peered my way down through hall and toward the backyard windows. At least my kitchen had a bit of morning gray so I could find the way. Ah, candles with matches, and even a flashlight too, now all I had to do was wait; watch and wait in darkness light. . .

It was almost like the night before, but then I made the choice for it to come. I heard the news of terrible storms to head this way, yet my dog had already warned me of that fact. Goldyn had seemed so restless, even in the house, pacing round the kitchen and the family room. Unable to totally sit still, except for a few times when his eyes and ears became attentive to the pounding rain. I found myself chasing him around the house, trying to get him to calm down. It didn't work, it was only a futile race. So I said,"Let's go and lay down; we'll shut off all the lights and just sit still, the two of us together." I rested on my side and Goldyn molded into my frame. His breathy pant was fast, his heartbeat raced, and I felt his quivering fur. He sat protective and barked at times to passing thunder and lightening streaks. But as I remained right there with him in the dark of night, he finally calmed and rested . . .

Goldyn and I are really no different. I can grow as anxious, fearful, and uneasy with the storms in life. I can easily get myself worked up facing unknown challenges and situations that seem so much bigger than what I understand. Sometimes I get caught up in running round in circles, trying to get advice, trying to just stay busy, anything to avoid the threat. But that's wasted energy and still the storms will come. It's so much better to just sit still, and entrust my fears and burdens to my forever faithful Lord. There is rest and refuge with Him, even in the dark. . .

"Be still and know that I am God. . ." (Psalm 46:10)

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