This morning while reading my Bible I came across Psalm 130:6 "My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that wait for the morning: I say, more then they that wait for the morning."
Two years ago this month an ice storm left thousands of homes across several states without any power. We went fourteen days without electricity. No lights, no TV, no internet, no phone, no modern convinces at all! No water because our water comes from a well.
On the night of the storm tree limbs became weighted down with ice, forcing even the strongest of trees to lean until finally they snapped and fell. In the dark of the night we listened as hundreds of trees gave way, sometimes taking out the trees around them. You could not see them, only hear the odd sound of ice shattering and lumber crashing.
Many memories were made during that time: playing board games by the yellow glow of a lantern, standing in line at the church to take a shower, melting snow and ice to wash dishes in cold water, clothes hanging on a make-shift clothes line inside the living room. (Clothes that had been washed much the same way as the dishes.)
Of all the different emotions and events that took place during that time the one that will always stay with me is waiting for the morning. Night comes early in January. At dark we would bundle up and crawl into bed. No lights, no sound, just darkness. Little children snuggling close to parents for security.
I know what it's like to stare into the darkness waiting anxiously for the morning.
The power's back on. We have lights, TV, phone, water... lots of noise. Still as the world around us moves farther away from The Creator I feel myself staring into the darkness waiting anxiously for the morning.