Plans, Thunder, Lightening

Father’s Day was planned…

Church, Lunch, Mow the Yard, Start the Next Week of School.

Then a surprise visit by Emma, Felicia and Jason.2014-06-16 14.51.33 So, we delayed lunch, adjusted the mowing till the next day, and school could always be started late in the evening.

That was Yesterday’s Plan!

Adaptability is the key!

Monday morning I finished some necessary online tasks, picked up a few groceries and began mowing the back yard. As I was finishing, “K-A-B-O-O-M” shouted the thunder with a glow in the dark clouds…

All of a sudden, mowing is not important. Safety is. So I made the last lap in the back yard and ducked for the comfort of the garage.

Wisdom is how we apply ourselves to the needs of adaptability!

Now it’s hailing. Now it’s quiet. Now the birds are chirping. But the yard is too wet to mow. Let’s adapt our plans for another day.

The Apostle James talked about making plans and then not considering adaptability…

Jas 4:13-15 ESV Come now, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit”– (14) yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. (15) Instead you ought to say, “If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.”

You do not know what the next moment will bring! We make plans for tomorrow, but today is not yet finished. Plans will change based on the currency of today! There are times that we must reschedule, rearrange life to fit the current situation.

My bride and I had not been married long when the Oil Embargo of the 70’s introduced the new life of gas prices, scheduled days for purchase, and long, long, long lines…. At the age of 12 or so I had remembered paying 11 cents for a gallon of gas during a “war” between two gas stations on who was going to win over the customer. Gulf and Diamond Shamrock.  Yet, in about 1977, gas was creeping up to a dollar per gallon – AND – you had a limit on the number of gallons you could buy… AND you could only buy on some schedule of days based upon your license plate number scheme.

Really! Lines were long. Signs were put out at the road when stations had gas, or when they ran out. You waited sometimes hours in lines, only to have them run out before you can fuel up. It was a crazy time! Most of our time became organized around spotting stations with shorter lines, carrying extra gas cans to fill up for you second car and lawn mower. Just as the chameleon adapts its skin color and camouflages to the surroundings, we had to adapt to the new life.

Adaptability is our survival!

Sometimes we all run into a brick wall and are forced to treat life differently.

Walk into a hospital and you get the sense that many people are in the process of adapting to their new reality. You can either moan and groan and wallow in your pity, or you can dust yourself off and move into a new direction. Adaptability is the key – not simply in the flesh, but also in the mind and spirit.

Lightening strikes the ground thousands of time in a vicious storm. Just a week or so back a couple was driving their truck on the prairie back east. It was storming and their truck was struck by lightening while they were driving! Airplanes get hit frequently. Trees are a stark reminder of the power of electrical storms. A few years ago in Palmer, AK, lightening struck a tree, ran down the length of a metal enforced water hose, traveled into the house via the spigot, and burned the house down.

So, I adapted. The remainder of the mowing will wait until Thunder & Lightening stays gone.


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