I live alone with my preschooler in an off-grid cabin on a remote island off the coast of British Columbia.
"Don't wish me happiness I don't expect to be happy all the time....It's gotten beyond that somehow. Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor. I will need them all." Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Monday, 8 February 2016
Gift of a storm
Last week I made a trip to town. After I arrived at the mainland and started my truck I found very little gas in it - definitely not enough to drive to town. I emptied a jerry can half full of gas that I keep locked up in the truck for such purposes but the thief had taken so much fuel (locking gas caps do not keep thieves out around here) that I wondered if there was enough to make it to town. In the early years of island living this was never a problem but in the last six years it has happened on occasion. The last time was when my daughter was quite small. You can read about it in a post I wrote titled - When Things Go Wrong dated July 22, 2014. The forty minute drive to town left me with plenty of time. I was reminded how the storms of life no matter their size show me my heart and they present an opportunity for me to deepen my relationship with my Husband. This is the gift of a storm. When I drove by the spot in the road where last time the truck had run out of gas I felt thanksgiving because I knew in my heart that we were going to be ok no matter the outcome. How thankful I was when I turned off the truck beside the pump at the gas station.
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