So for me, this Christmas has definitely been the most craziest one I've ever experienced. And usually Christmas shopping is crazy itself, but this year without power for 3 consecutive days, was something no one expected and therefore, no one was really ready to endure this difficult time.
Experiencing the ice storm first hand, I was honestly scared. Not being prepared can actually be very scary. Without light, it is obviously dark... which makes things more terrifying because you can't see anything which just allows your mind to wonder.
Driving back to my home the first night the power went out felt like a scene from The Purge. The entire neighbourhood was pitch black. The only source of light was from the moon, and that still wasn't enough to make me feel safe. Being inside my home that night, was even more scary. I didn't know if someone had broken in and was hiding somewhere... it was odd because the home is the most safest place you can be. But without light to see my way, it was honestly so scary going upstairs to my room or looking through my closet to get some of my clothing.
I realized, without the our sight, and without light to actually see, I felt very alone. I was so alone I started to become confused and just angry. Looking at the street just a block away, the building there had light. I guess it was because of the back up power generator, but it just got me frustrated. Why us? Like why must this happen to us? - That was all I kept thinking.
Then on Christmas Eve, just a few hours before the midnight mass at my church, our power came back on. It was honestly the best feeling in my life to just turn on the lights and just feel safe. Although it took about 2 days to warm up our home, I didn't mind... I just felt happy and secure knowing I have the power back.
Going to church that evening, I expected it to be the same as every other midnight mass. The church filled with people whom I never seen on a regular Sunday, a lot of alter servers, and just people everywhere talking. But walking into that church, it was.. empty. Listening to my Priest homily was so uplifting. Listening to my priests' homily made me realize something... Although I experienced a 3 day period without any power, I was never alone... God was always there with me.
1 John 4:8: "God is Love" NOTE: image is copywriter to the owner of I Write About You |
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