Sitting in the Dark

Hurricane Irene has blown through the region, leaving debris and copious amounts of water in her wake. As well as hundreds of thousands of people without power, including the Miller household. I admit, I have grown accustom to having electricity at my fingertips and I tremble at the thought of those that live every moment of every day without running water, air conditioning or even a fan. I have surges of hope for the restoration of our power every time I venture out of our home down the road to a store that has a/c and a working bathroom. I am even to the point of giddy when coming home tonight, I saw the power trucks crawling up and down our country road. 

As much as I would like the return of light, I have actually enjoyed the blackness. 

I enjoy spending some time sitting on our back porch in the dark, thinking and writing. Listening to the critters and low rumble of distant generators. (We do have a generator, but it went on the fritz earlier) 

Something I noticed this evening. When I came outside, my eyes had difficulty adjusting to the inky blackness. but when I looked up, the adjustment was quick. the stars were breath-taking and easy to look at compared to trying to adjust my eyes at the trees around me. 

I wonder if that is what life is supposed to be like? -- Easier to look at the glorious beauty of God, than the bland haze of the world. 

Maybe we have convinced ourselves that fighting out eye's adjustment to the world is "easier" than gazing on His face.