On the heels of his master

Strong storms expected again today. I could tell before I read the forecast because Lucky is stuck to my heel. Everywhere I go, he follows, head low, tail between legs. He knows the barometric pressure is dropping like the Social Security funds and he is taking no chances. I don't know what he thinks I will be able to do for him should an F5 Tornado decide to pick on a house more challenging than a double wide. But he knows I am the master and he trusts that the master will have a plan.

And I do. I always have plans. As soon as I see the funnel cloud, I will bring all living beings into the bathtub. We will close the door and huddle and pray. There are some circumstances in life when our plans just are not sufficient for the threat.

Lucky's dour Eyore pessimism is in sharp contrast to how I feel today, however. There was only one dark cloud on a day of sunshine yesterday- one of my blogposts had disappeared perhaps forever.  I spent much of yesterday copying the year of blog posts and saving them in a word doc. I had thought of them as safe til Blogspot went down yesterday. For a day and a half, my post from Thursday was gone, totally gone. What if I had said something that should have been recorded for all time? What if I had uttered words so profound that it would be chiseled over " I think therefore I am." ?  I decided rather than take that chance, I better back up and copy my precious words.

And so I relived my year in about two hours. This is similar to your life passing before your eyes that so many people describe right before a near death experience. I was not near death fortunately; in fact my joy yesterday was so bubbly that I felt I could live forever. But I was struck by how often in the past year I wrote about horrible, dire, impossible circumstances that there seemed no way out..... and then at the last possible second, in the nick of time, so often some miraculous solution appeared.

I know this doesn't always happen. I know life is not a fairy tale and sometimes the pauper doesn't marry a prince; the dog doesn't find his way home, the beloved child doesn't return contrite and grateful, and the ark springs a leak before dry ground appears.  But one theme that occurs over and over again in my blog posts, the chronicle of the past 18 months of my life, is that whenever things turn around on a miracle, it is because I have been close on the heels of my Master. Lucky perhaps has the right idea.

Matthew 25:21
  ²¹ “His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!’