It’s funny that I was so into Story Time before our lights literally went out, before it became all we had to do. It’s a disaster here. Apparently, ice is heavy. Here is the sense of awe – a stricken scene. All things kneel. 

We’re staying with our closest family friends, and the mom is my mentor. She reminded me this morning how often we take advantage of power. Of course, I was thinking: Yes ma’am, I’ll be saying thank you next time I turn on my coffee maker or when I plug the heaters in at the Love Shack. But then she continued to explain that the Holy Spirit in all His power is available NOW.

I am Happy that our spirits are like batteries. Yesterday’s charge can do a bit for today, but before long, the juice runs out, and we’re forced to reconnect and plug in to real power. I’m happy to be forced sometimes. I’m grateful for a God in strong pursuit and how He made us extremely rechargeable — in Him.

I am Happy for a fire.

I am Happy that on receiving some bad news I was near the arms of my best friend who would love me so much that she cried with me. I was feeling my heart brake, and in the middle of it, I thought how Jesus was like her or she like Him. He loves us so. There is nothing like the arms of a friend.

I am Happy for children – though admittedly, I’m not a kid-person. I do not offer my babysitting services to many. Seven babies piled up in one house were JOY to me. They did not whine about not having a coffee maker.

I am Happy to watch this family under this roof, even though I am not especially happy, per se, to be out from under my own roof.

I am Happy that we are God’s temple, and He lives with us, and He never turns out the lights.

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