That's what it feels like now. We are passing time. Letting minutes click by until we have to do this or that. Not the time to do all of it. Very much the time to do some of it. I bathed a cat. I cleaned the kitchen. I did another load of laundry. I made another pot of coffee. I read the latest Christian Century article on open theism. That Calvin College professor writes well. I bet he's a good teacher.
Everyone else is either grumping around or in the car "taking a ride." This means they are checking to see how many homes in our neighborhood are boarded up. If there are many boards, we will board. If there are few boarded up homes, we will board up only the side we think the wind will hit. It's not such an easy job to heft sheets of plywood up and then affix to the doors and windows.
Passing time. Wasting time as though time is our enemy instead of life pieces to choose or not choose. Or to choose to not choose. Is this as bad as "killing time"? I detest the concept of negating time by hurting it as though time makes no difference.
Neighborhood is NOT boarded up at 8:35 am. We are NOT in the mandatory evacuation zone.
So, I'm just sitting here calm, huh?
If you are praying for all of us in the Storm, we'd be glad of it.
This is one of the days where we'd enjoy hearing the Still Small Voice of God rather than witnessing the incredible power of God in nature.
Not that God is doing the hurricane-thingie. Your big storms are not God cleaning house and ridding the world of Republicans, Sin and Other Miseries. We live in a natural world so storms happen. We love the Coasts so we build near the water. We have lots of stuff as Americans and can lose quantities of material possessions.
God is with us and that right early. What psalm am I thinking of? God is in the midst of her.
I noticed several errors in the earlier posts. May I have dispensation from the Grammar and Punctuation Police today? Maybe for tomorrow, too?
Considering taking my credit card to the airport, getting a flight to Manhattan and returning when All This is Over,