Below is a note I posted on Facebook after our disaster on Monday of last week. It'll tell you a bit about our day and then, after the note, I have a few thoughts relating to the topic of rest Charlie covered this past Sunday.
“Hey, why don't we celebrate our Presidents? What a great idea! Oh, and let's have it on a Monday. We'll close the schools, banks and post office. What a great idea! Today, on this President's day a single mom living two stories above us goes to work and leaves her girls at home alone. As luck would have it one of the girls had a great idea....let's make donuts! And so she did. She got out the oil, put it in a pan and turned it on high. Much to her surprise, the grease caught on fire so she ran to the sink to get water. She thought water would put out the fire but it only made everything even worse. The sprinklers go off, the fire alarms roar, fire trucks arrive, and we all wait. The water from the sprinklers floods the third-floor apartment putting out the fire, and it floods the second-floor apartment, collapsing the ceiling. We are on the first floor. Now, on this wonderful President's day when a single mom leaves her girls home alone, we find ourselves homeless. Murphy couldn't have written a better script. We can't wait for the next chapter in this story of President's day. I'm sure we will see the amazing grace and provision of a good God.”
A few days later, as I dealt with all the insurance companies, moving companies, and a myriad of others I found, in the middle of it all, I was at rest. It’s strange, but in a time when chaos overwhelmed our lives, Joye and I found ourselves homeless but wonderfully blessed by friends, the love of the church and the sweet peace and rest of God.
It’s interesting, as I write about it, that in the midst of a storm I can still be at rest inside. Last week, as I thought about the events we were thrown into, it was wonderful to rest in the peace, love and care of God. Rest isn’t a beach somewhere with a margarita; it’s sleeping in the boat while the storms rage all around us.
In the midst of this storm, I’m enjoying the rest that only comes because of God’s great love and provision. Isn’t he good?