I'd planned.

Logistics were set for an 8a arrival.

Their no show led to my unanswered calls.

8p and a white, unmarked truck pulls up. 

i learned

i was the one with the wrong time

according to them it was 8p all along

after refusal to load where the falling

snow wouldn't effect possible issues during exiting,

and after finding one of them in my purse that i naively 

had just sitting on the kitchen counter...

after calling the police because

conveniently at then end of the nite when they couldn't fit anything

more in their truck (all the large $ items went in first,
shocker) - they decided they'd leave and come back - silly boys

come back, after Christmas

i didn't mention yet - this was Dec 23rd

and the good news about their decision to park

where a now sheet of ice was an issue in their exit

was... the police had time to arrive, ask them to 

load the items back into the house, and file a report

on the damage their truck did to both our roof line

and our neighbors

***

before the sun rose

i found myself at my parent's sitting at their dining table

the house was quiet and they and my husband, at that time,

were all in bed and i couldn't sleep 

i felt enveloped in darkness, 

wanting desperately to feel God's presence, and remember even

asking for a sign of assurance - and knowing my goofy self, I likely

googled signs in the Bible - lol - b/c what I remember finding was this verse:

***

I was just folding laundry in the kitchen - almost 20 years later! and this song was playing.  As it did, I recalled this fun adventure with some Bonnie and Clyde wannabes and - this verse and how in a world where putting all ones trust in surroundings, other people, ourselves - is often a scary task full of ups and downs - joys and failures - this gift - of this man - really is secure, and faithful, and sure.  We can call on him here in any darkness and we can grow our faith until it becomes the sight he is already preparing in advance for those who love him.