I’m still cleaning up after our December ice storm… it’s an amazingly long process. One of my biggest unresolved problems has been a rather large chunk-o-tree that made its new home on top of my house, big enough that it would take more than my three-person cleanup crew to get it down… and we tried. So it’s been sitting up there on top of my house, waiting on me to hire someone with a truck, a bucket, and a rather lot of large men to remove it.
Well, it finally came down this week. Not because of anything I did, but because my electrician stopped by to do some more work on my electric box now that all the bricks were back where they were supposed to be and had his team take it down. That, in and of itself, was a blessing to me. I walked around for two or three days being thoroughly happy about my tree-free roof, and the fact that there are still good Samaritans in the world to do things like that… and that on top of all that, there weren’t even any holes left from the tree. The grace of God… seen through an electrician removing a tree… seen through a tree falling on my house. Isn’t it funny how God has a way of doing things like that? Things in my life that seem like a bad deal too often end up being showcases for him, for his grace or goodness or mercy or providence. Funny how that works sometimes…
I want to have the faith to be able to see God working when the tree hits my house.
And not just after its gone.
