|Chilly Children Retreat to the House to Watch|
We said good bye to the siblings who refused the lunch I skipped church to make. (OK I really skipped church because strep had invaded our home, but it sounds so much more guilt-inducing to say it that way.) We visited and napped and planned and said good-bye to parents who had come to get rid of a tree.
Now there is a birdbath to commemorate the event. Oh, and a scuffed shingle and a dented gutter. The possibilities for greater horror from a tree landing on one's home are numerous.
Sometimes I want to ask Why something is allowed to happen. As if God was absent from the scene or the cause of inconveniences and worse. But I think I am slowly learning to see His hand in What could have happened. Perhaps instead of searching for His reason in all things, I can see His hand in all things, protecting, preserving and I can know Him. His Hand and His Love. Then I can see all things worked for good (because somethings just aren't).