Comforting wind storm?

In all my twenty seven years of life I don’t remember ever having winds like we had last Sunday. Crazy mad winds which, at one point, peaked at 74 miles per hour. A wishbone shaped tree branch still presides on our main power line toying with us. With every gust of wind, our lights would flicker. Taunting us…will you have power or will you not have power? But amidst the chaos of stockpiling candles, readying our coolers with ice in case the refrigerator lost power, and making sure that we contained the meltdown that our two old large trees were having, there was something so amazingly comforting about the whole thing.

I find a peace from the circumstances that wind storms, huge snow falls, or city wide power outages bring. The world stops. Schedules and busyness are traded for pulling resources together to survive. Neighbors don’t mind stopping to help you pull a heavy branch out of the street or lending you an extension cord. A camaraderie that usually lies dormant, for fear of impeding on each other’s independence, is awakened. We realize that relationships and survival supersede errand running and house cleaning. Relationships are started or strengthened. What a great opportunity to put into practice loving each other like Christ has commanded us.

I think that we should petition to have more power outages. Perhaps it would help us keep a healthy perspective of what should be most important in our lives...