The Under-Side
Ripping winds wake up me up in the wee hours of the morning and I realize, as I awaken from my deep slumber, that this is no mild storm. Typical Fall here in Alaska, there's always a major windstorm that happens right before Winter has set in, and this must be time for it in 2026. The forecast had called for strong winds elsewhere, not here. And isn't that often just the way of things... we tell ourselves the storm will stay elsewhere - until it arrives upon us with a vengeance and we are caught off guard. I lie in bed, watching the flicker of the nearby highlight and wondering if we'll still have power by the morning. I doubt it. But I pray for it to stay on. And I catch myself once again asking God for comfort when He may envision something else. I toss and turn for awhile, then eventually nod off again and, upon waking for good in the morning, the only light coming in is the tiny bit from around the shades by my windows. Power off. Flashlights come out, and so do the c...
