Last night we had a severe thunderstorm that knocked out electricity ’til about 8:40 a.m. today. I was standing at the patio door watching the lightning, when a bolt hit very close to the house, so close that the flash blinded me for a moment. I leapt back with a loud whoop and holler, and collapsed on the couch next to Michele, laughing nervously and hoping I hadn’t woken up Tristan. Keegan came downstairs, scared. Shortly afterward, the power went out. We need to be better prepared for outages here! This is the first time the power has been out for an extended period of time since we moved here. In Wheaton (IL) someone could sneeze 10 miles away and that would be enough to knock out the power. But here, thankfully, power is more stable. I read some really comforting verses this a.m. in Psalm 61:2-4: “From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I. For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe. I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings.”