… a Failure to Communicate.
Sunday was amazing, more like June than April. We had the windows wide open (which worries Hunter: strange smells and noises). I was in my bedroom, and as it grew dark, I called to Jenna in the living room.
“Do you want to close the curtains?” A dangerous phrasing, because it sounds like there’s a choice.
The next morning, I got up and found that, yes, the curtains were closed. But the sliding glass doors were wide open. It was April-chilly out.
My first thought was exasperation. Seriously?
My second was, thank goodness I turned the furnace off yesterday.
My third was, God is so good. We are safe and whole, if a little on the cold side.
I have always thought that if you don’t lock yourself up tight, bad guys were going to get in. I know, that’s kid-think. But I feel an unlocked door spells peril in big letters. I’ve even gotten up in the night sometimes to double check.
I am beginning to understand now what God has been communicating to me.
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I teased Jenna a little Monday morning. But not much. because God had used the situation to speak to me. Who am I to doubt His teaching methods?
Mostly I just felt protected. And grateful. And loved.
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Monday night, I closed the windows (it was getting chilly), pulled the curtains closed and went to bed without worrying. God has got this … always.
And He’s got those bad guys, too.
